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Stupid Z-band

Zed Necrodopolis X fem reader

Warnings: Smut, feral zed, breeding kink (basically), creampie, unprotected sex, this is just filth and me living out my feral zed moment.

Summary: Zed keeps tampering with his z-band in order to win the football games so him and the rest of the zombies can be accepted into Seabrook. His z-band malfunctions unexpectedly after he wins yet another game, but this time, it isn't a frenzy for human brains, it's a frenzy for you.

Seabrook High School erupted in cheers as Zed, once again, won another football game. He had tampered with his z-band to do so, but he didn't think it was a big deal— even though his arm felt like it was going to burn off any moment. You were cheering proudly along the rest of the cheerleaders— for Zed.

  Bucky shot you dirty looks, as a way to tell you not to cheer for zed— but as always, you dismissed them. Zed was your boyfriend after all... although, no one else in Seabrook High knew that. It was still too dangerous to out your relationship, since most humans still hadn't really came to terms with accepting Zombies.

  You wanted to run up and kiss Zed, but ultimately knew that wasn't the best thing to do in front of all of Seabrook. As the minutes passed by and it became later, more people left the football field. The cheerleaders were the only people left on the field, putting your stuff in your duffle bag you watched as the rest of the cheer team eventually scattered off, leaving you alone.

  Meanwhile, Zed was in the locker rooms. He threw his helmet on the bench as he panted, his face and jersey were covered in dirt and sweat, as well as his green hair, which was messily stuck to his forehead, his pale skin sticky and hot.

  Zed wanted nothing more than to take off the clad football jersey, until his wrist started burning and his Z-band started beeping red, the bold words 'OFFLINE' flashed across the small screen of the band.

  Zeds veins immediately darkened and trailed up his arms, all the way to his face. He grew paler, and the veins in his face grew darker. His fists clenched in an effort to control himself as he started to pant, though a light growl erupted from his zombie and he quickly realized this was more than a frenzy.

  He felt hot and.... aroused...

  Zeds 'game' pants felt unbelievably tight and restricted, he needed you. So, he rushed out of the locker rooms and went to the last place he saw you, the football field. Which, was completely empty now... not like his zombie cared in the moment, he would take you in front all of Seabrook in this state.

  You were bent over slightly, zipping up your cheer bag when you heard feet to grass movement and a noise between a growl and a pant. You turned around and were immediately met with Zed, you smiled before you noticed the state he was in "Zed! I'm so proud- hey, are you okay?" You asked, your face twisting with worry and concern. Zed would've melted from how sweet you sounded, but right now he couldn't control this frenzy.

  When you were in his reach, he grabbed you, yanking you with him to the middle of the football field. You let out a yelp in surprise "Zed, what are you doing?" You gasped, your voice was small and meek, and for some reason that turned on his zombie more. He said nothing, he couldn't say anything but let out a series of strained growls as his chest heaved up and down from panting; it was as if he was in heat and your eyes widened when you notice the strain in his pants.

  One of his hands went to the back of your neck, wrapping his hands around your hair, in an attempt to expose your neck to him. When he realized that wasn't enough, he yanked your head back with the hand wrapped in your hair, not hard enough to hurt you but enough to make you squeak out a moan.

  Zed hurried his face into your neck, sucking and kissing at every spot he could, smelling your sweat vanilla perfume which caused the veins in his hands and face to grow darker. He nipped at your neck, not enough to actually bite you, but enough to mark you. Your hands gripped onto his chest as a way to steady yourself, and your touch set him off, he growled as he threw you on the grass of the football field, not wasting a second before he climbed on top of you.

  You weren't scared, you and Zed had done this many times but not when he was like this. He was feral and didn't give you a moment to breathe, but when he ripped your cheer top in half— exposing your bare chest, you finally remembered where you both were "wait, Zed what if we get-" You gasped, but were quickly cut off when he kissed and nipped at your boobs, forcing your thighs open with one hand and sitting him self in between them.

  You were panting now, looking at your zombie boyfriend as your hands went to touch him, but again, his zombie growled as you touched him, bringing him back to the main thing he needed you for. Zed loved you, and he was always so sweet during sex, he was almost never rough, but you couldn't help how soaked you were from this whole situation.

  Zed didn't even bother to take off your cheer skirt, he only ripped the center of it and your underwear in one clean tear, you gasped when you felt him lifting your skirt up so it bunched up on your hips, you were exposed to him and his face now rested in between your thighs. Everything happened so fast you barely had time to adjust to his mouth attaching to your clit. Your eyes rolled back and your hips jolted in surprise, you managed to rest on your elbows to look at him, his arms were tightly wrapped around your waist so that his hands rested on your stomach, you looked at his arms and moaned at the sight of his dark purple veins throbbing. Your eyes moved up to his face and before you could get a good look at his face he forced you back down with one of his hands that rested on your stomach.

  Zed ate you as if you were his last meal, his tongue circling your clit so effortlessly and his mouth slurping up your juices. The sounds were lewd and filthy, but it only seemed to turn his zombie on more. He ate you out as if it was for his pleasure, not staying long enough for you to cum. His zombie didn't know whether or not he wanted you like this or on all fours, and he growled impatiently as he finally decided to flip you. His zombie strength allowed him to flip you over with ease so that you were on all fours.

  You whined softly at the quick movement and turned back to look at him, your eyes widened once you realized his pale cock was now exposed, it seemed as if he was even bigger now that he 'zombied out'. He wasn't just bigger or paler, but the veins in his cock had grew darker as well and you moaned softly at the sight, but were quickly cut off when his hands grasped your hips and he forced your ass closer to him.

  Zed ran his cock back and forth between your folds, collecting your wetness just enough for him to slide into your pussy, but he didn't just go halfway in, he completely bottomed out and you let out a noise between a moan and a yelp as the tip of his cock reached the spot inside of you that made your toes curl.

  "Oh my god- Zed" You babbled out, head falling against the grass. He didn't allow you any time to adjust, but you were so soaked that the stretch didn't hurt. His zombie growled at your already fucked out tone, gripping your hips harshly as he set an unforgiving pace. The tip of his cock reached your sweet spot with every harsh thrust he gave you, you were so drunk on his cock that you didn't even care that you were in the middle of the football field.

  Zed was unable to say anything, only grunts and growls came from his lips while he panted and fucked you harshly. He couldn't stop, with each thrust he grew more animalistic and feral. His zombie wouldn't stop until he had you cumming on his cock and until he was spilling into you. The thought of him finally filling you up made his nails dig harder into your hips and his pace speed up.

  The side of your face was forced into the grass when he leaned over and pressed your head into it. Your mouth fell open as a series of moans fell past your lips. You cried out his name as he snapped his hips against yours, and you felt the coil in your lower stomach when the tip of his cock hit that place inside of you with each thrust. The hand that was on your head, which happened to be the one he had his z-band on, went to the side of you as he used his other hand to keep your hips in place.

  One of your hands gripped onto the arm he placed beside you, clawing at his arm for dear life as he fucked your brains out. Zed growled but didn't remove his arm from you, instead he fucked you even harder as he felt his release near. The need to cum inside of your pussy overwhelmed him and his zombie wasn't going to give out until he filled you up. He was so deep inside of you that you could've sworn you felt him in your stomach, and that thought alone made you cum. You cried out as your cum splashed against his cock, making him thrust even easier than before.

  Zed panted harder as his zombie kept him going, he wasn't tired by any means, but he needed to cum. So when you clenched around his cock from being so overstimulated he growled and finally spilled his cum deep inside you. You let out a gasp and your hand kept its hold on his hand that was on the ground next to your head, you whined as he didn't stop cumming. His hips had slowed and his cum dripped out of you while he was still inside of you. Your hand clawed at his z-band by accident, causing it to beep and turn green, the words 'ONLINE' finally popped up on the small screen.

  Zeds veins slowly returned to normal, but he was extremely tired and his whole body ached. He was still panting, but once his vision cleared and he noticed how fucked out you looked, he slowly pulled out of you, his cum leaking out of your pussy almost immediately and you whined. "Oh fuck, I'm so sorry baby" he repeated constantly, despite the hurt his body felt from his zombie taking over for so long.

  You let out a whine in response, not able to move and he quickly realized and lifted you up and into his lap after he put his pants back on. He covered your bare chest with the ripped cheer top and pulled your cheer skirt back down as his hand cleaned off your cheek and hair which was covered in grass. Despite how sore you already started to feel, you noticed the harsh color of red on his wrist, around his z-band. "Zed... that was amazing, but you've got to stop tampering with your z-band" You managed to say, your voice weak from all the moaning and crying out you did.

  Zed cracked a small smile when you confirmed that you were okay and you enjoyed it and he sighed when you mentioned him tampering with the z-band "I know.... Just... I have to win one last game and then I'll stop" He reassured you, and you hated the fact that he had to hurt himself just to be accepted into Seabrook. You nodded softly, "promise?" You said softly, looking into his brown eyes and he gently kissed your lips "I promise..."

hi! i hope you doing great! <3 this is my first time requesting on tumblr so I’m sorry if something is wrong!

can I have headcanons (if you don’t write hcs than drabble would be just as fine!) of lucifer, mammon and satan (or just lucifer) being overprotective over shy and easily-scared fem!reader?

hope it’s okay! sorry for my grammar, english isn’t my first language. i hope you have a nice day <3

Lucifer and Mammon with a easily scared F!MC

Note: Hello, and aw, thank you!!! Sadly, no Satan this time, but you have wonderful english, and I can only hope the same for you, as you have a good day too!!!!!! ❤️

Proofread?: for once, sí

Warning(s): Female Reader + Swearing

Lucifer

He's used to being the older mature brother towards his younger brothers, so he honestly isn't nothing that's not of his normal self towards you.

He knows you're overly shy and don't do good with most, if not all, social interactions, so he tries to help. If he sees another lower rank demon, keep trying to talk to you or get into your personal space while you're already uncomfortable, he's going to identify as a fucking problem. He finds no issue with stepping in and protecting you at any moment.

He has open arms ready if you get so scared that he has to carry you. It wasn't something he was used to before you came to devildom, but he's gotten used to it if something that scares you is near your feet and you can't go anywhere until it's resolved. No matter the size, he's quick to pick you up.

He, for sure, has a bigger ego and pride, knowing that you come to him first if something scares you. But he still puts it aside to relish about it later when the problem is solved. He almost instantly stops anyone who tries to flirt with you or get too close to you without your consent. He's willing to harm scare any demons or even humans, who think scaring you or making you jump is funny.

Mammon

Overprotective would be a literal understatement when it came to this man 😵‍💫

Always by your side???? Literally you two had like. No classes together WHY IS HE HERE–

Uses your shyness as an excuse to get closer and always be by your side. "You know Lucifer 'forced' me to look after ya, so I'm just doing my job MC!" (He's literally holding your hand as we speak)

He tries his best to keep you away from things that have the risk of scaring you. Horror movies? Nope, you guys are probably watching something comedic or romantic (not just for you, but also so he doesn't get paranoid bc of the jumpscares).

Literally argued with Levi about letting you play a horror game with him, knowing just how easily scared you can get. He really hates that sad look in your eyes and tries to comfort you the best to his abilities when you run to him because something scared you.

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can I request bcs of eren with a black girlfriend please, it doesn’t even have to be super long if u don’t wanna write a lot lol

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Eren "I worship the ground my pretty girl walks on" Yeager. When I tell you this man is obsessed with you, I mean he is fucking obsessed with your pretty ass. He genuinely thinks you're the most perfect girl to exist and spoils you with whatever you want whether that be his attention or him paying to get your nails done etc., hence the nicknames; my pretty girl, my perfect girl, angel, and my spoiled princess.

Having Eren as your boyfriend means that he is your personal hype man. It doesn't matter the time or place he will hype you tf up. Whenever you get your nails done, hair done, lashes done it doesn't matter what you get done just expect Eren to be there hyping you tf up and throwing you compliments left and right. He's just so amazed at how beautiful you are it's really not his fault. And even when your hair and nails etc. aren't done he still hypes you up because you're most beautiful in your natural form and takes every moment to let you know just how gorgeous you are. So if you're ever feeling insecure expect Eren to be there to remind you just how flawless you are.

In addition to having Eren as your hype man he is also your personal photographer and damn does that boy know how to take good pics. Whenever you want to take new ig pics just ask him to take them for you, he'll be more than happy to.

He takes every god forbidden opportunity to brag about you to his friend and mom. You met his mom after you left, his mom told him that you're definitely the one for him he was so happy he almost cried.

Eren loves spoiling you, he's the type of guy to hand you a few racks and tell you have fun. You've tried telling him on several occasions that you can pay for yourself and hand him his money back but he insists he pays. Don't even bother trying to hand him his money back it's just gonna end up with him convincing you to take it.

He comes with you to get your hair done so that he can spend more time with you and also so he can be the first to compliment you.

His main love language is touch so expect him to always have his hands on you.

He loves watching you apply lip gloss on your plump juicy lips, there's something about the innocent act that just turns him on. He likes when you have lipgloss on when you two make out it just makes things a little more fun.

He clears his schedule out so he's free on Sunday's so that he can help you out with washday, he absolutely adores your natural hair he thinks your curls look so pretty on you. He'll learn how to braid your natural hair along with learring a few other simple styles. You caught him watching a YouTube tutorial about learning how to cornrow once.

He's always willing to oil your scalp and give you scalp massages, he does it so well that 98 percent of the time it ends with you sound asleep in his lap.

He is in love with seeing your skin glow during golden hour the first time he saw u during golden hour he could have sworn you were an angel.

He is extremely overprotective of you, he never wants you to get hurt or taken away from him.

He gossips with the aunts at the cookout, they be talking mad shit about everybody and they mama. 😭😭

This fucking fatass Eren brought like 8 plates back home with him after the cookout.😭✋🏽

Overall he's the perfect example of "nice to my girlfriend and an asshole to everyone else"

hey! would you mind doing dustin x fem!reader...? about anything really, i just need more fics of him because i love him and i barely ever see any

phew, sorry, life got my ass before I could start this lmao. I got sick again but luckily my new house doesn't have nasty shit in the walls so let's hope this gets better 👍

Anyways, have some awkward teenage flirting and confessions with 641 words ♡

You only said yes when you were asked by a teacher if you wanted to sign up for camp Know-Where because you thought she said camp Nowhere, but next thing you knew you were on a bus full of nerds. Like, textbook nerds. The kids behind you just kept going on and on about science stuff and it gave you a headache. And when you turned around to tell them to shut up, you met Dustin.

Now you can't seem to shake him away from you, even a year later.

"C'mon, just sit in on this session to see if you like it!" Dustin says, trying to convince you to get into d&d for what seems like the millionth time in the span of this short year in which you've known each other.

"For the last time, I have better things to do, Dustin. Speaking of, you have a book report that you can't afford to get an F on if you wanna keep a good grade." You remind him, sticking a finger into his shoulder, watching red bloom in his cheeks as he rolls his eyes and walks past you into the drama room where Hellfire is held. Unfortunately, even though you prefer being alone, you don't like going places by yourself, so you have to jog to catch up with him.

You've never seen him like this before, his eyes wide and lips parted just barely as he listens so intently to Eddie's theatrical speech, you think not even a tornado passing through would shake him. You sit away from the table, watching as he yells and cheers, going through the most colorful range of emotions you've ever seen.

And when they win, who does he go to? Straight to you, taking you in his arms and squeezing tight. "So!?" He says over the yelling of his fellow Hellfire Club members, a big smile on his face. You just shake your head, letting the boy drag you outside along with Mike and Erica, the promise of his mom paying for pizza being what lures the other two, but it's Dustin that seems to capture your focus. He always seems to do that for you, doesn't he? Even in summer camp.

You've been to Dustin's house countless times, but none where him and Mike are arguing over a pizza and character sheets. The phone has rung about 4 times, his mom calling because Mike has to pack for California to see Will and El for spring break, but the boy just refused to pack on time. When he finally does leave, it's just you and Dustin.

Just you and Dustin.

You'd be lying if you said you weren't scared. Not of him, but of yourself. You get this terrible horrible feeling in your chest that you might say something stupid and mess this all up, but it seems like Dustin is one step ahead of you.

"Hey. Hypothetically, what would you say if I.. asked you to the movies this weekend. As a date." He asks you with a slight tilt of his head and a nervous smile. You can't believe your own ears. It's not like you're some science nerd or d&d fanatic like he is, so why you? You don't bother to ask, just grateful this is happening in the first place.

"Hypothetically.. I'd say yes." You reply, your shaky hand finding his own. You hate all this awkward eye contact but you can't seem to look away, not when his eyes seem bluer than normal– god, when did they get so blue?

"Cool.. cool. So.." He starts, trailing off as you nod.

"Yeah. Uh– sure." You say a little too quickly. You're both just laughing a little now, this is just too awkward to take seriously.

But now you've got a date this weekend. And you feel pretty damn good about it.

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I know this was second place in the poll but I’m feeling self indulgent. Hope you enjoy! ❤️

Today was just like every other day in the salon. Clients were chatty, some border line bitchy but this is hell, so that’s a common trait.

Woman came and go, some getting their hair cut, others dyed, and some even permed. And just as the clock struck 3pm in pentagram city your last client of the day walked in.

“Good evening Miss Walker.” You said politely. Miss Walker was a not so nice woman that died in the 70’s and got her hair regularly permed.

“Come sit for a moment while I go get my supplies from the back room.” You told Miss Walker.

“Come back fast, you don’t get payed to lollygag,” she spat at you. Always the micromanager she is.

Going into the back room you took some deep breaths, the last few you could take before having to smells perm chemicals for the next 3 hours. Once you gathered yourself you put your smile back on your face and brought the rolling tray of foils, rods, and the perm solution.

“Alright Miss Walker, you just want your usual correct?” You asked.

“No, I want a Mohawk. Of course I want my usual! Stupid girl.” Always a charm she is.

“Well let’s get started,” you said with a sigh putting your gloves on.

As you started on Miss Walker’s hair the bell on the front door rang indicating a customer walked in. You tried to not pay much mind to it though, you just needed to get through this perm as fast as possible.

“Good afternoon sir, do you have an appointment with one of our stylists today?” your coworker Sarah asked.

“Oh no. I was hoping you could recive a walk in.” A familiar voice responded to your coworker.

“In that cause I can take you, if you could just follow me-”

“Well I was hoping to see Y/n, if she is working today that is.”

“Oh she’s currently busy with a client. I can do your hair sir.”

“Oh I insist. You said she was here yes? I’m sure she wouldn’t mind switching clients with her if you just ask.” The voice got louder as it presumably came closer to your styling room as well as the trailing sound of hurried heels of your coworker following close behind.

“Oh there you are,” the familiar voice spoke from behind you.

When you looked up into the mirror in front of you, you saw Alastor.

“Alastor! What brings you back around these parts?” You asked cheerfully, not stopping your task of doing Miss Walker’s hair.

“I was hoping you could accept me as a walk in, I have an important meeting tomorrow you see.” Alastor replied.

“Oh no you don’t! I had to wait a month for this appointment. You don’t just get to cut the line-” Miss Walker erupted, only stopping when she looked up from her phone to see the radio demon looking at her through the mirror.

“What was that? Care to say that to me again?” Alastor asked as his static popped extra loudly in the room.

“Okay! Yes I can take you Al. Let me just relocate Miss Walker to Sarah’s room down the hall.” You said trying it cut the tension.

Alastor snapped his fingers and Miss Walker as well as anything that would have signified she was here vanished. With a light hum Alastor whipped down the styling chair then sat down.

“It’s good to see you too Alastor.” You laughed lightly.

“Oh of course my dear.” He replied.

“Could you tell me what we are doing with your hair today?” You asked calmly while you started to inspect his hair.

“Well my dear, during my sabbatical I haven’t been taking good care of these retched locks I have but I must look presentable for tomorrow’s meeting.”

“Oh don’t say that Al, you make me sad. I love your hair. I honestly think you wear your hair straight to upset me sometimes.” You huffed.

“Well isn’t that a funny thought,” Alastor laughed.

“Well if my hair being straight makes you so sad you can make it curly again, can’t you?” Alastor promoted.

“Of course I can,” you were smiling so wide and could have jumped out of your skin with joy. Alastor’s curls were the most beautiful things to you. His curls complimented his eye and face shape and his hair was slightly rough but still very soft, you lived for doing Alastor’s hair.

“I’m sure I have a suitable hair mask here somewhere… Remind me do you have a preference of ingredients?” You asked Alastor while rummaging through your product drawer.

“Whatever you think is most proper dear, just not to scented if you could.” Truthfully Alastor didn’t mind what you put in his hair, you’ve done his hair enough to trust you know what you’re doing.

“This one should do. Do you care to take a sniff or look at the ingredients?” You asked again.

“No dear, I trust you.” Alastor replied. You had a feeling he did but hearing him say that made your heart swell with pride.

Before putting on the hair mask you applied a bit of hair oil to Alastor’s scalp and rubbed in it. Taking a generous amount of the hair mask from the container, you warmed the product through your hands for a few seconds before applying it to Alastor’s hair. Alastor’s shoulders stiffened slightly but gradually relaxed as you massaged the product through his hair.

“And won’t you look at that! Your curls sure are resilient Al, look at them sprouting already.” You smiled gleefully.

“That’s quite the smile you have there chérie.” Alastor teased.

“Of course I’m smiling! How could I not when seeing your hair curly makes me so happy.”

“I’m glad I could be of service to you my dear,” Alastor replied to you with a dopey smile similar to yours.

“Your curls are just so unique to you and seeing you with curly hair like mine makes me prideful, not only in my styling abilities about also how my hair looks.” The room fell into a comfortable silence as you two admired each other’s smiles, what a perfect feeling this was.

“Look at that! All curly now!” You smiled brightly as you put your hands in Alastor’s hair and lightly shook his curls. Alastor laughed lightly at you.

“I think you’ve had enough fun dear,” Alastor teased.

“Alright, alright. Let’s go wash this out.” You said while you pat Alastor’s shoulder’s as he got up.

You took Alastor to the tallest sink, the one that had a step stood behind the basin for the stylists. Alastor always shortly laughed when he saw your step stool.

Washing Alastor’s hair was always a relaxing experience for the both of you. You enjoyed playing with his hair and he enjoyed the scalp massage, even if he wouldn’t admit it.

After you washed all the product out of Alastor’s hair you brought him back to your styling chair.

“So you want your curls to look the best for tomorrow yes?” You asked.

“Correct.” Alastor replied.

“You still have that bonnet I gave you yes?” You asked Alastor while you searched for the right curl cream.

“Of course I do, you would be rather cross with me if you had to get me another one,” Alastor rolled his eyes in fake annoyance.

“Perfect. You will sleep with it on tonight to preserve these curls okay?” You told Alastor.

“Oh course dear,” he jokingly scoffed at you.

After warming up the curl cream in your hands you evenly distributed it through his hair, taking out the strands that were naturally falling out as you lightly raked through his hair. After a little scrunching to Alastor’s face framing curls you started to diffuse his hair.

You could tell Alastor was a little wary about the diffuser because you haven’t used it on him before so you briefly explained what it did before you started.

“This handy dandy hair dryer will help your curls dry in place, are you willing to give it a shot or would you prefer to just let your hair air dry?” You asked thoughtfully.

It didn’t take too long to diffuse his hair but when you were done Alastor didn’t get out of the chair for some time.

“What do you think Al?” You asked gleefully.

“It looks perfect chérie, thank you for taking the time for me,” Alastor said.

“Of course I would, nothing makes me happier.” You smiled brightly.

Just as Alastor was going to leave after paying you had to tell him one last thing.

“Oh! And don’t forget you can drop by tomorrow before your meeting if you want me to fix your hair.”

Alastor stopped momentarily to face you and replied, “We’ll see what tomorrow brings chérie,” then left out the door, leaving the bell to ring behind him.

This is stunning- Oorah! Anyone get the Oorah reference~?

[takes place right after this]

you were going to combust. you can feel it.

the zip ties on your legs had been cut loose. but you came to realize that it was not for your benefit. your legs had been slung over a pair of broad shoulders, toes curling on his back. Gaz worked his mouth over you, his tongue stroking firmly through your soaked folds.

the other Sergeant, a Scottish man with a mohawk and the prettiest blue eyes you've ever seen, fondled your breasts and whispered the dirtiest things to you, drawing you closer to your orgasm than ever before.

the largest man, the one wearing a skull mask, watched on while Price circled your no-good husband like a shark, looking for answers. "so who else knows about the safe house?"

"i didn't tell nobody!" came his irate voice as he struggled against his restraints. you hissed sharply when the heat slinks down to the base of your spine because of having your swollen clit sucked and swirled upon by a feverish mouth.

a long moan drawls out of you, your head tipping back. delirium is starting to take over your senses. it's been building and building and for a while, they've denied your body what it needs. but now— now you think you're careening right towards the edge.

and this time, they have no intention of stopping you from hurling over.

"Soap." Price calls out, not looking away from your husband.

the Sergeant pulled his mouth away from your breast while he still played with the other. you whimpered softly, legs jerking when Gaz's fingers grazed the deepest sensitive nerve he could find inside your throbbing cunt.

"dinnae think she'll last long, Captain." he sounds as wrecked as you feel. "her legs are tremblin'."

he wasn't lying. Gaz had his arms hooked around your thighs, to keep you still. you moaned helplessly as he swirled his tongue against your clit, the fire in your belly licking at your pelvis. you catch the fondness in his eyes when you looked down to watch him, to watch the way his tongue licked through your folds.

he was so good— so fucking good at what he does. you bet they all were in different ways. but Gaz is the first to have you like this, and that is something you'll hold dearly to your heart.

you think he knows it too. when they found out that you've never had your pussy eaten, not even by your sorry excuse of a husband, he was the first to volunteer. and he took the task very seriously.

Blair fumed in his chair, trying as best as he can to kick and scream, but to no avail. the chair only makes a loud sound when it scrapes against the floor, yet he does not get anywhere beyond that. "that is my wife, goddammit!"

"doesn't look like it from my perspective, mate." Ghost muses, tilting his head. you think he's smiling underneath that mask.

"last chance." Price leans to down to look at Blair. "who else knows?"

"i don't know!"

Price sighs and goes to stand behind the restrained man, gripping his hair tightly to make him look at you.

"when she comes in his mouth," he starts, eyes trailing to your dazed expression, to the your glazed eyes as he spoke loud enough for all to hear. "we're each going to take turns with her and we're going to make her forget that she's even married." Blair hissed, eyes widening when the grip in his hair grew tighter. "and we're going to make you watch every second of it."

"hell, that's if she'll even remember your name by the time we're done with her—" Ghost cuts off when you wail, your back arching off the chair while your toes curled deliciously.

you think your head blanked. dark spots clouded your vision as the ecstasy consumed you. Gaz held fast, groaning loudly into your cunt, keeping his thumb firm on your clit while you gushed eagerly in his mouth, prolonging your pleasure. you slumped over the chair, panting deeply, when the high slowly came to a stop.

"tha's a good fuckin' girl." Soap cheered with a wicked smile.

Price chuckled. "Soap, you're first. Gaz, you're next."

"no, don't you fucking touch her—"

you were delirious and dizzy when the zip ties on your arms got cut loose. for a moment, you felt weightless, a hand cradling your head when it lolled back until you were set down on a dark surface.

someone was touching your legs, spreading you open, fingers sinking into your pulsing cunt.

"Steamin' bloody jesus, Gaz." a voice groaned. "she's fucking soaked. what did ye do tae the poor lass?"

"just a little magic trick." a chuckle followed before you were yanked further on the edge of the hard surface.

it's a desk. you were lying on a desk. your husband's desk. your eyes fluttered open to find Soap's heated stare lingering on your breasts, his cock hard and a hand cupping its base as he glides it through your slick folds. your leg instinctively curled against his hip as he pushed inside, a weak mewl escaping you.

"fuck..." his head tilts back as he drawls before he immediately starts fucking you in earnest. you don't get a chance to breathe before the next orgasm starts building up in your veins.

he's rough with you, praising you for taking him so well. places a hand on your stomach before it trails to your breasts as his thrusts hammer against your throbbing walls with a glint in his eye. he plucks your nipples, painfully pulling them, grinning when you mewl and make weak attempts to shove at his hand.

you feel it coming all too fast, your breath seizing in your lungs as the pleasure overrides your system. he fucks you harder, a howl escaping his mouth when he cums inside you. he's so mean about it too, especially when he mocks your husband.

"she's so fucking tight when she cums." he pants, grinning. "bet ye've never felt tha', have ye?"

Gaz is a little softer with you. takes his time dragging his cock in and out of you, watching your expression twist to that of pleasure. but he's just as heinous to your spouse as Soap while moans spill out of your mouth.

"you've never made her sound like that, huh?" he scoffs, chuckling with a shake of his head. he wasn't referring to your moans, but the lewd squelches of your pussy as he jerks his hips. "some husband, you are. it's fucking pathetic."

you don't know why that made you clench tightly around him, but it takes him by surprise. "oh, you like it when we talk shit about him?"

and just like that, the small comment opens Pandora's box.

"such a good little wife you are, putting up with him." he says. "he doesn't deserve a sweet cunt like yours."

Ghost makes Blair listen to every one of those insults. how his cock was only ever good for nothing. wasted on a good pussy like yours.

"aww, gonna cry?" Gaz cooed mockingly when he saw Blair's cheeks flushed red from rage and his eyes were glazed with tears.

"what a muppet." Price muttered. "poor thing needed us to save her."

Gaz makes you sit up so he could still fuck you but pressed his lips your ear, whispering for only you to hear, "he doesn't deserve you, love."

that was what tipped you over.

your breath catches in your lungs as you hold onto him, his hips stuttering when your cunt squeezes him. he floods your pussy with a muffled groan against your shoulder. your heart ached when he lays you back down and slips out of you, pressing one last kiss on your lips and handing you over to the next man.

"oh, no, ye don't." you barely had the strength to shift your gaze to find Soap angling Blair's head towards you. "keep watching them do what ye couldn't do."

Ghost walks over to you, passing by Gaz, who pats his shoulder.

"go easy on her, Ghost." he says. "she's fragile."

"noted." the masked man replies before he reaches you.

you were a little scared when you noticed how broad he is up close. he slowly parts your legs, fingers dipping inside you for a moment, a small whimper leaving your throat.

"fuckin' hell." he drones hoarsely, eyes darkening at the cum dribbling out of you. "you boys did a number on 'er."

to your surprise, he flips you over and spreads your legs. he bends one of your knees on the table

"brace yourself, love." you barely had the time to hold onto the edge of the table. a squeak bursts out of you when you feel the tip slipping inside.

oh, he's big. you breathe through your nose, your forehead pressing against the table. he pushes in slowly, drawing a strained moan from you.

when he pulls back, you're allowed a moment of respite before his hips snap. a sharp cry is heard out of you as he settles inside your cunt, humming deeply as he relishes the feeling of you.

"taking me so well, love." he begins a low pace, letting you adjust to his size. his hand grips your neck and he pulls you close, your back to his chest, making sure your husband saw every detail. "did he fuck you like this, sweetheart?"

your spine prickles with heat as his thrusts continue to increase in speed. you moaned softly, his hand squeezing your neck while the other played with your breast.

you manage to shake your head, eyes rolling back as he flicked one nipple with his fingers. "no? well, that's a damn shame."

your eyes catch a glimpse of Gaz leaning back on the couch as his hand squeezes his cock while he watches. Soap palms his cock as he was standing behind Blair, whispering something in his ear that you couldn't quite catch. but the gleam in his eye when his gaze finds yours made you whimper.

you feel Ghost's lips at your ear. "if you were mine, i'd fuck you in every position ever known to man on ever piece of furniture in sight."

you whine at the idea. of being fucked like that. of being his. of being theirs.

it makes your cunt pulsate, makes you tremble in his grasp. "oh, fuck."

his hand slides down until— your eyes squeeze shut as a shaky moan leaves your parted mouth, "ah!"

the salacious noises are all you could hear besides his grunts in your ear. his fingers swirled around your clit until you squirmed and ached, clawing at the hand at your neck.

"cum on my cock, lovie." he urges softly. "make it yours."

you think you screamed when you plummeted to the abyss. you don't know. hard to hear above the ringing in your ears, but you felt it all. Ghost gently laid you down, your breasts mushed against the expensive wooden desk and turned your head just enough for Blair to take a good long look at your dazed expression.

all the while you felt Ghost's cock plunge in and out of you at a brutal pace, making you drool all over the table until his cum bursts deep inside your pussy. some part of you felt guilty for enjoying this. yet the other part enjoyed the way your husband's face crumpled at the sight of you.

not because you were being fucked by someone other than him. but because you liked knowing he was made aware of the fact that he couldn't fuck anyone to save his own life.

"saved the best for last." you heard Ghost's voice.

you panted softly as you waited. Ghost's cum leaked out of you, dripping on the desk. you didn't think you could take much more.

you thought Price was going to take you from behind like his Lieutenant did, but no. he gently flips you on your back, eyes immediately dipping to your messy cunt.

"pretty little thing, ain't she?" he muses.

"damn right, Captain." you heard Gaz's voice, his breaths a little unsteady from where he is. "feels like a fucking dream too."

"is that right?" a dark chuckle follows the rhetorical inquiry. he's then interrupted by faint struggling, eyes shifting to what you assume is your husband.

his screams are muffled this time. you crane your view just in time to see him getting smacked in the face by Soap.

"keep him quiet." Price commanded. "i want to enjoy this as much as you boys did."

your eyes widen when he lifts your leg and rests it on his shoulder, faint rustling sounds and a belt clinking. your eyes drop low to find the red tip smearing all over the mess the others left on your folds before he taps the head on your clit a few times.

your toes curled and your head softly falls back on the desk. he presses inside just a bit, causing you to wince, the stretch a little overwhelming already. "relax a bit for me, darlin'."

he pushes deeper, your hand presses against his stomach as you whined, "i can't—"

"yes, you can, love." he draws back, giving you a moment to breathe. "just one more, come on." your eyes peered open and you found his gaze. "one more and we'll have a nice bath drawn for you and then we'll put you to bed."

you don't know how you've lasted this long. you don't even know if you're still going to be alive by the time he's done with you.

he held your gaze as he dragged his cock inside, prompting a lewd moan from you. one snap of his hips and you were already clenching down on him.

"fuck, gonna cum f'me already, love?" he hums before throwing your other leg over his shoulder and bends you in half. "we're just getting started."

a broken sound comes out of you when he really starts to fuck you like he means it. the position allowed him to sink in so deep in the way that's going to haunt you for weeks.

he rocked his hips, each thrust had you gasping for air and clawing at his arms, stroking your sensitive walls like he wanted to carve himself into you forever. your weak cries didn't go unheard as you tried to shift away from the way his cock rammed into the deepest, most sensitive nerve.

"take it, darling." his hands grip your hips, his pace becoming more brutal, a white ring gathering at the hilt of him.

"please—" you mewled, but you don't know what for.

"take everything i give you. which is more than your husband ever did." he groaned when you tightened around him, reaching a hand between your bent legs to rub your clit.

heat flared all too rapidly and you felt like you imploded. your back arched as he pressed a firm hand on your stomach, groaning out loud as your pussy spasmed around his hard shaft. your mouth hung open but not a sound came out of you as his rapid thrusts dragged out your high.

you heard a hoarse shout and the sensation of his hot cum shooting into your pussy before you blacked out.

you woke up later on the softest bed in an unfamiliar room, wrapped in a fluffy pink gown. you smelled like shower gel and your skin didn't feel as sweaty and icky as you expected it to be. exhaustion had long settled into your bones, so you don't feel like getting out of bed.

someone opens the door and enters holding a tray filled with food. it's Gaz. he smiles as he puts down the tray on the dresser. "you must be hungry."

you think you might get used to this for a little while.

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HWANG IN YEOP X FEMREADER 😍

Hello! Thank you for the request :)

Lately I've been really busy with my uni exams, but I tried to write this as good and fast as possible. I hope you like it <3

Requests are always open.

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The way I love you

Pairing: Hwang Inyeop x fem!reader

Genre: This is really soft. Fluffy, established relationship.

Summary: You comfort Inyeop about something and for the millionth time, he is again reminded of how much he adores you.

Warnings: none, they're just REALLY in love with each other, lots of nicknames. (let me know if I missed something)

Y/n and her boyfriend Inyeop are playing a game on the new PlayStation they had bought together a day ago.

"I'll win and you don't even seem to care!" She screams laughing at Inyeop's unconcentration. 

"This is broken." He mutters under his breath, throwing the PlayStation remote away, defending himself.

"What do you mean? We just bought it yesterday." You pressed the pause button, looking up.

He seemed like something was bothering him.

"Hey. What's wrong baby?" You said in a soft voice, your hands cupping his face as he looked at you.

He pouted like he always did when you talked to him like that.

You pressed a little kiss on his plump lips, hoping he would let you know what it is that's upsetting him.

"I don't want to stress you out with my problems baby..." He began, sighing.

"Darling... I'm here for you... Don't say that." You scolded him, taking his hand in yours.

"It's just... We've been doing so good lately, you studying hard for your uni and me working so much... I wish we could take a break and go somewhere beautiful... You know? Just the two of us for like 2 weeks maybe? But for my boss that would be too much to ask for. I hate that I have so little control over my life." He looked down sadly.

"Inyeop..." You wrapped your arms around him, his head resting on your shoulder.

"You've been thinking about a vacation? Oh, my love..." You held him close, brushing his hair. 

He felt so comforted and safe. When you hugged him all his worries and negative thoughts flew away.

"You did so well baby, I'm sure he will understand you need a break." You looked at him, your eyes full of love.

"Do you really think so?" He said and placed his lips on your head.

"Yes Inyeop, I'm sure of it. Don't worry too much... Okay? We will find a way." 

"Okay... You're right." He smiled.

You ended up massaging his shoulders and back, him being a complete whimpering mess. "My poor boy." You hugged his big back.

"I'm so proud of you, my Inyeop." You praised him, kissing his cheeks, nose and lips.

"Mmmm.... Y/n... You're so good to me." He pulled you on his lap, holding you close. 

Your heart skipped beats when you looked up into his eyes, and you knew this feeling will never pass. You loved him every day more.

"I adore you, my princess." He whispered, then kissed your lips so sweetly. Your kisses were so addictive and once he gave you one, he ended up craving a thousand more.

"Inyeop..." You breathed on his mouth as he bit your lip. 

Playing with his hair, you pulled on it a little while kissing him, knowing he likes it when you do. 

He gently lied you down, pressing his lips on your neck.

“I never understand how you get more beautiful everyday.” He whispered, looking up into your eyes.

Your heart melted and you couldn't help but let out a giggle at his compliment.

“Kiss me.” You suddenly said.

He looked into your eyes as your cheeks burned a shade of pink.

It was love. You felt it running through your veins. In your heart, in your tummy that felt so warm.

He was happier than he has ever been, knowing you're the one. He had finally found his soulmate. His person.

He gave you one last kiss on your forehead and held you close on his chest.

It was getting late, the moon making it's way through the dark sky.

All nights were similar to this, kissing and holding each other to sleep, and in the mornings you woke up to the sound of his soft breathing, legs tangled around his waist, him sleeping on your chest.

Found You-Vampire!Eddie Munson x HellHound!G!p!Fem!Reader

(Chapter 1?)

I’ve never wrote on here before I have had this idea in my head forever. I love this idea. I needed to make it come true somehow so why not write my idea and let other people hopefully enjoy it.

Vampire!EddieMunsonxHellHound!G!p!Fem!Reader

This Imagine contains Mature themes 18+ (Minors DNI) smut, Violence, reader is G!P AKA Girl w/ penis (I don’t like that word it makes me uncomfortable lol 😂) reader also is more masculine female. Everyone reader and Eddie are 20.

Description: After Eddie dies the reader is in the upside down and has been since 1982 when she supposedly went missing, and the reader is out on a hunt to find prey and hears a faint heart beat and locates it where she finds…. Eddie Munson

1986 April 2nd

The upside down

Y/n y/l/n was a 20 year old girl she was on her normal hunt of the week for a main course to fulfill her needs of hunger. She was shirtless in her sports bra and a pair of shorts all burnt up from the heat shedding off her body the cracks of fire coursing through her skin. She was covered in black ash the scars she’s had forever since her escape from Hawkins Lab in 1979. She hears the faint sound off branches cracking and stills, she quietly observes her surroundings and listens closely. At first all she can hear is the sound of the deers breath huffing and stuttering. She quietly sneaks up on the prey and at last… she captures her pray a nice sized buck takes the pain away with a instant death. Her hearing is still on hyper mode, while she’s carving into her well deserved dinner she starts to hear a light heart beat, not a healthy one though it’s terribly faint hardly pounding.

She gets up carrying the buck by it’s antlers dragging it with her, following the sound of the faint pounding. It doesn’t take her long to get to the center of the noise. She sees a figure lying in the open area, she deciding weather to leave the buck and find out what the mysterious figure is or drag it with her to make sure no competitors come to steal her dinner. She decides on the second option. Stalking towards the thing she sees hair a big mound of it. She drops the buck not caring for it’s well deserved purpose anymore, she just wants to see this person, there it is she is towering over top of the body. She gets a good look. Eddie munson?

It can’t be the boy she shared her first kiss with in a stupid game of spin the bottle. The same person she got matching bat tattoos with. Her best friend…

She immediately bends down to place her ear to his chest (it’s still pounding) she thought to herself. She quickly grabs his jacket with 2 hands and throws him over her shoulder heading back to her childhood home the place she lived. She walks into the culdisac and heads to the front door and kicks it open with her foot and shuts it behind her so no unwanted creatures decide to make a surprise visit (she made that mistake once) she quickly moves his body to lay down on the kitchen island “sorry Eddie” she says and rips his shirt wide open making sure to locate all the bad bites that could lead to his actual death.

Quickly ripping off his tops she sprints to the bathroom and grabs a medical kit not knowing if any of the products were still good since she could heal on her own. Placing them on the counter then thinking of a better idea but one that would feel a little creepy. She takes him to the upstairs bathroom and uncomfortably takes off his clothes and not looking while putting a cloth on his not wanted to see area and places him in the shower-bath she sits in the bath part as well right behind him with his back pressed to her front as the warm water takes over the lower half of Eddie’s chest and her legs she made sure not to angle the shower head to high and drown him she grabbed a loofah and some body wash. (Old spice his favorite) and put it on his chest while she used the loofah to equally lather onto his body clearing it from all the gunk trying to not get it in the cuts. She notices that his hair is pretty natty and decides to give it a light wash with some shampoo and conditioner obviously.

After the shower she got out and placed a pair of boxers on him trying her best of not looking at his manhood for the sake of herself. He was still out of it but was looking a little better so she sets him on her bed and goes back downstairs do grab the kit.

Only to come back up to an empty bed (shit) she starts looking around using her hearing to listen for that heartbeat. She found it in her closet

“Eddie” she sighs “it’s me Ed’s it’s y/n I’m here to help you I need to clean up your cuts man” she try’s to say calmly so he wouldn’t feel scared “Eddie, please come out, I’m not going to hurt you and you should know that, I need to clean you up” she really just wants to help him.

“Your not real” he says softly sniffing to himself trying to calm his own nerves thinking he’s in hell and vecna is trying to make him suffer.

“Ed’s please come out here love, I’m real I promise your still hurt I need to patch you up” she says now sitting by her bed on the floor with her knees up to her chest and her arms resting ontop of them looking at the closed door trying to get him to understand and come out would not be easy and she knew that.

“No, go away I’m in hell aren’t I?” He says now with his hands over his face “you can’t be real I’m dead and so are you” he’s still trying to tell himself it’s all just in his head and your not going to be there in a couple minutes

“Love, it’s me, I’m going to come in now” she says slowly walking over to the door and opening it before she finds him holding up a pocket knife he probably found in her closet.

“Get the fuck away from me, your haunting me, why are you doing this, I didn’t do anything you just want me to suffer in my own shame” he says sniffling trying to hold in his tears. He comes out walking up to her fast and pushing the knife so hard into her neck it breaks the first layer of skin

“Ed’s listen to me, I’m here touch my arm love I’m real you don’t need that knife” she says bringing her arm up slowly and softly grazing his arm. He immediately get goosebumps in the place she just touched him. He slowly realizes maybe this is real but how? He just died in Dustin’s arms a few hours ago?

He drops the knife and reaches up to hold her face to make sure it’s real, when he feels her skin it burns “Ow fuck” he says shaking his hand in the air. “ what the fuck was that y/n” he says now sucking on his finger to try and cool it with his saliva

“Shit sorry Ed’s” she says remembering she’s still using her powers, she try’s to relax her body to get rid of it and calm back down to normal body temperature, which takes her a minute but then she can feel the fresh cool breath she takes that isn’t warm air and her body is 10x more relaxed than usual. “ here try again” she says taking his hand in hers and guiding it up to her own face. He gently grabs it and rubs his thumb over her cheek now realizing that she’s actually here. He’s not alone, he’s not dead, he’s back, with her, she found him.

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He was now calm and laying on the bed relaxed from the feeling of her skin on his while she tried to clean and patch his wounds. He started to feel cold and hungry he wanted something to consume but not a solid something warm and fresh something that could taste so good and the smell of his own blood wasn’t helping, (wait, blood) that’s what he needed even the thought was making his mouth water. “Y/n…” he says

“Yeah love?” She says looking up with him with calming warm eyes “what is it Eddie” then she sees it. His eyes are red and what looks like black veins forming under his eyes “it’s ok Ed’s your hungry aren’t you?” She says with pondering eyes

“Yes y/n really hungry, what’s happening to me?” He says his voice starting to break scared of his own needs and cravings. He needs it he wants it but… he especially needs it. He needs that taste that makes his mouth water even just looking at it. He hasn’t even actually tasted it yet but he’s just staring at her neck where that dried blood was from earlier.

“ alright Ed’s I got you all cleaned up now, but at this very moment it seems you need a snack, here love, just bite then suck then we can go out when you strong enough to go hunt” she says showing him her wrist. He’s looking at it just admiring his dinner before digging in.

Then it happens he can’t stop himself, he opens his mouth wide and she watches as the fangs start to grow and he clamps down onto her wrist. She winces at first almost wanting to pull away but then remembering it’s to help him, (he needs it) she says to remind herself. After him feeding for about a minute he pulls off of her with a little blood on his mouth and his teeth covered in it but a pleasurable smile on his face. “Fuckkkkk, why did that feel so good” he asks with a still blissed out look on his face leaning into the pillow beneath his head. After he released her neck she feels a little woozy but knows she will be able to recover quickly. Eddie is just sitting there blissed out from the taste starting at her. He can’t help but pull her on to him and hug her tightly “how are you here..” he ask quietly.

“It’s too long of a story I’ll tell you another time love, right now you need to get dressed and warmed up” she says and moves to grab him a pair of sweats and her favorite KISS shirt and a warm fuzzy pair of socks. She tosses them to him “here you go Ed’s I’ll go grab a drink, do you want water or a beer- actually scratch that I already know” she says and leaves the room to let him get dressed and grab two beers. While she down stairs, Eddie put on the clothes and decided to have a look around, everything seemed to be the same, he got up and went over to her dresser and saw their picture, the one from when they were 15. Also the same day he realized he was in love with her. Remembering how she ‘died’ before he could even get a chance to admit it tearing up a bit but holding it in the window in her room showed a big dark cloudy sky with red lightning that made a loud boom. “Shit!” He says surprised but remembering he’s still in the upside down.

“Hey Ed’s you good?” She says coming up the stairs. No answer. “Eddie?” Nothing. “Eddie what’s going on?” She says as she walks into the room “SHIT!”….

(GOTCHA BITCH THOUGHT I WAS GONNA LEAVE YOU ON A CLIFF HANGER LIKE THAT FUCK NO!!!)

There he was… Vecna “what the fuck are you doing?” She says loudly to vecna as Eddie is in his trance. Vecnas hand hovering above his face.

“I’m helping him he will become my help since you refuse” vecna replies turning over to look at her while she standing there with the beers in her hands. “You refuse to help me in spying so now I will have someone else who will help” he reply’s calmly

“Get the fuck off him” she says angrily. She can feel it coming she’s going to change without consent her anger is taking over (he can’t do this I can’t let him take Eddie)

“Then help me” “NO” “Then he is mine” “ FUCK FINE ILL HELP YOU, YOU CREEPY SHRIVELED BASTERED” she gives in she won’t let him take her best friend

“oops” he says grinning. He slowly lowers his hand from Eddie’s face. Eddie’s eyes shoot open dark red and full of hunger his fangs popping out… (this isn’t Eddie) “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE” she yells.

But she knew what he had done, she had watched him do the same thing to that Billy boy last year. He was controlling Eddie, he had him right were he wanted him…..

(HAHAHHA GOTCHU AGAIN BITCH) (sorry… I’ll stop teasing now 😔)

That bastered vecna he had always tried to get her to join him but he couldn’t he didn’t have the power to anyway. She’s the only reason he’s still alive with her resistance against fire and her being in the upside down they are connected if she wasn’t there he wouldn’t have survived the fire attack from Steve robin and Nancy. As long as she’s alive he has that against them.

Eddie….. why Eddie of course he knew her biggest weakness, him… it was always him… she would do anything for that boy. “So you leave tonight then, tonight you will go to the other side and find the information I need” he says proudly with Eddie by his side no emotion on Eddie’s face.

“Why the fuck should I help you now you brain washed him” she is pissed she just wants to kill the bitch but if she kills him she kills herself.

“Because if you don’t help me I kill him and make sure he can’t come back or I send him up instead of you” vecna says in a snarky voice “well.. are you going to do it or will you let your ‘love’ die” he says one last time.

“Fine I’ll do it but am u going to be able to come back and see him” she asked annoyed but worried. Afraid what will happen, how she will be able to go back and not be able to see him.

“I can allow that but you are also to communicate to me nightly with new information and I will allow you to see him through your mind” she stares at him shocked she won’t be able to actually see him be able to touch him and hold him… she might have even eventually kissed him.. “actually… I’ve decided that he will go with you, he must need blood to eat and stay well, and obviously we don’t have any good fresh blood down here, but you know that if you do something stupid I can kill him with a snap of my fingers…… literally” he says obviously thinking he’s funny but she doesn’t find it one bit funny….

“That’s fine, I’m ok with that” she walks to Eddie “ you hear that love I’m going to take you home with me.. we are going to make it just like it used to be- except less public outings” she says a little excited but afraid for the future. Vecna leaves she puts on her bracelets, on her left arm of course to cover up the 002 tattoo. She grabs Eddie and asks “ where did you come in from?”

“ we came in through the portal in my trailer, shit I forgot About the hole in my trailer” he says with a little chuckle. She also chuckles softly “ sooooo… I’m assuming the tattoo I saw when we were young wasn’t ‘just you favorite number’ like you said” he questions softly in a joking matter trying to get rid of the uncomfortable tension raging through the woods they were walking through.

She scoffs softly with a small smile on her face “ no Ed’s you got me there, just some stuff from the past, nothing important” she says not wanting to dig to far down into the past.

“ so does that also mean we aren’t going to talk about that fact you can light yourself on fire and have big scary fangs and glowy eyes that look like fire and you have intriguingly sharp claws- because if not that’s totally fine I can understand”-

“Eddie it’s fine, let’s just say it’s the reason for the tattoo” she says trying to get him to stop his ramble

“ there it is, my lovely castle” he sighs and takes her by her hand and guides her inside. They stand underneath the creepy concerningly large portal in his trailers roof staring at the other side,

The bed is still beneath the portal and the bed sheet rope is still cut on both sides. “well…. Are you ready, cause I know my body will not appreciate not having had vitamin D in the last however many years I’ve been gone” she says letting a breath out

“ not really but I’m sure a will be” he says as they are still holding hands they look each other in the eye.

“I’ll give you a boost” she says as she puts her hands out and he steps on one while she boosts him through. His back hits the bed and he rolls out the way so she can hop down. She jumps through with her ability to jump pretty high. Suprised as she lets gravity pull her onto the bed. “Holy shit” she says as she takes in a large amount of fresh air she hasn’t had in years

Eddie is looking out the window “holy shit is right……” …………………

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This is my first time writing on here so let me know if I messed something up thank you for reading. <3 -Alivia Jane (AJ)

call of duty modern whorefare is crazy ALSO YOU ATE THIS @lxvvie

Gaz who's fuckin' nasty.

And it isn't the roguish nastiness or "I don't give a flying fuck" nastiness that Soap and Ghost embody, oh no, darling.

Kyle's nastiness is suave. It is smooth and hits softly but leaves you stunned nonetheless. And he gets you every. single. time.

He knows how to make you hot and bothered without even touching you. All it takes is a certain lilt to his voice, quietly teasing, enough to make you squirm and flustered. In public. In fucking public. Cheeky bastard.

Kyle is the one who croons, "Heya, gorgeous," before you feel his lips against your temple. Before you know it, his hands are up your shirt, toying with your nipples, making you squirm and push back and grind against his hard cock. "There we go, darling..."

Kyle doesn't call you so you can hear him touch himself and he doesn't send you pictures. He sends your voice messages, wishing you a wonderful day, telling you he loves you... and then proceeds to mention how beautiful you looked when he fucked you silly.

Gaz can't keep his hands to himself when he's around you. You're irresistible, beautiful. His fingers are everywhere. On your hips, on your shoulders, brushing against your ass, up your shirt, in your mouth, down your pants, in your underwear, inside you... did we cover everything?

Sometimes he wonders if he has an oral fixation. Luckily for him, you're there to help him figure it out. And so you do, wherever he can get you. You're naked from the waist down and Kyle's buried between your thighs, holding them so you don't get away from him. "Look at me, gorgeous... there we go," Kyle's soft and reassuring while dark eyes pierce you with their stare. "Cum in my mouth..." is what follows next and fuck yes, he absolutely has an oral fixation. Gaz cleans you up, kisses you so can taste yourself and him, and it's only later that you realize you're missing your underwear.

Kyle lets you have time to yourself in the shower but once you're out, you're his. He's the one who takes the towel and dries you off. So he says. Because even with the towel Gaz is massaging and thumbing the most sensitive parts of you, enough to leave goosebumps and have you panting in front of him, ready to jump his bones but you just got clean. Kyle, you just showered—"C'mere, baby..."

Can we also talk about how Gaz can never stop kissing you? If he can't do anything else, he'll make sure his tongue is in your mouth for sure. And when you're left dazed and breathless and just crazy as fuck for him, the insistence of his tongue is replaced by gentle pecks against your swollen lips and he's grinning like the victorious and lucky bloke that he is.

And last but not least, let's talk about how much Kyle enjoys it when you cockwarm him. He likes to kiss, nip, touch, and suck you into a frenzy, begging for his cock, clenching around him to motivate and milk him. "You ready, darling?" Kyle asks after he's teased you for god knows how fucking long. You've BEEN ready, Garrick. All it takes is a look and, "Here we go," before he's fucking into you and you're clinging to him like your life depended on it.

Sneak peek

A/N: so guys i decided to post part two of 'Love' the way i planned to. Imma post the fifth year parts and the next part will contain the 6th year, I js didn't want you to wait so long. I ain't romanticizing that shit, I js think that these are be of their past and lore, and a few of the things were also requested really often so l tried to work it out

And guys after the fourth year will be way more angst and serious things, you could say that it's going downhill from now on

TW: huge trigger warning, there will be mentions of ED, SA and alcohol, a little bit angst (I don't know if that's a trigger)

Fifth Year: The burden of Silence

The pressure of fifth year weighed heavily on Y/N. The intensity of preparing for O.W.L.s was suffocating, and she found herself drowning in expectations—her own, her parents', and those of her professors. The need to be perfect gnawed at her, and soon, she began slipping into old, destructive habits.

She skipped meals, convincing herself it was the only way to stay focused, to keep control. Her friends noticed her growing fatigue, but Y/N deflected their concern with practiced ease. Even Mattheo, with his perceptive eyes and gentle concern, couldn’t penetrate the walls she’d built around herself.

But he watched. He saw the way her clothes began to hang loosely on her frame, the way she avoided the Great Hall during meals, the hollow look in her eyes that hadn’t been there before. He tried to talk to her, but she brushed him off with forced smiles and reassurances that everything was fine.

One evening, as they sat in the Slytherin common room, Y/N’s hand trembled as she scribbled notes. Mattheo, sitting across from her, couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Y/N,” he said quietly, his voice filled with concern. “You’ve been pushing yourself too hard. You need to take care of yourself.”

She looked up, her eyes tired but defiant. “I’m fine, Mattheo. Just stressed about the exams.”

“Skipping meals isn’t going to help,” he replied, his tone firmer now.

She flinched, the truth of his words hitting her like a blow. “I said I’m fine,” she repeated, but her voice wavered.

He didn’t push further that night, but his worry only deepened.

As the weeks passed, Y/N’s condition worsened. She was constantly exhausted, her skin pale and gaunt. Mattheo’s heart ached every time he looked at her. He felt helpless, desperate to do something, anything, to pull her back from the edge.

One night, unable to sleep, Mattheo decided to take a walk. As he wandered the dimly lit corridors, he found himself drawn to the kitchens. He paused when he saw a familiar figure sitting on the floor, her back against the wall, her knees drawn to her chest. It was Y/N, her face buried in her hands.

“Y/N,” he called softly, approaching her. “What are you doing here?”

She looked up, tears streaming down her face. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I’m so sorry.”

His heart broke at the sight of her. He knelt beside her, gently pulling her hands away from her face. “Hey, it’s okay. What’s wrong?”

“I can’t do this anymore,” she choked out. “I’m so tired, Mattheo. I’m so tired of pretending everything is fine.”

“You don’t have to pretend,” he said softly. “Not with me.”

She shook her head, her tears falling faster. “I’m scared, Mattheo. I don’t know how to stop.”

He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly. “You’re not alone. We’ll figure this out together, okay?”

In the days that followed, Mattheo stayed close to Y/N, watching her with an intensity that made her uncomfortable. She knew he meant well, but the guilt of worrying him only added to her burden.

One afternoon, they sat by the Black Lake, the cool breeze ruffling their robes. Mattheo decided it was time to confront her about her eating disorder.

“Y/N, we need to talk,” he began, his voice steady but filled with concern.

She glanced at him, her eyes wary. “About what?”

“About what’s really going on,” he said, not backing down. “I know you’re struggling, and I want to help.”

She looked away, her hands clenching into fists. “I don’t know how to stop,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “I feel like I’m losing control.”

“You’re not losing control,” he said firmly. “You’re just struggling, and that’s okay. But you need help, Y/N. More help than I can give.”

Tears filled her eyes, and she shook her head. “I don’t want anyone to know. They’ll think I’m weak.”

“You’re not weak,” he said fiercely, his hands trembling as he reached for hers. “You’re one of the strongest people I know. But even the strongest people need help sometimes.”

She looked at him, her eyes filled with desperation. “What if I can’t get better?”

“You will,” he said, his voice breaking. “You have to believe that. And I’ll be with you every step of the way.”

The road to recovery was anything but easy. Y/N began seeing a healer, a process that was both painful and necessary. She had to confront the deep-rooted fears and insecurities that had driven her to this point. It was a struggle, but she wasn’t alone. Mattheo was there, his support unwavering.

There were days when it felt like too much, when Y/N wanted to give up. But Mattheo wouldn’t let her. He was her anchor, her constant, and she drew strength from his presence.

One evening, as they sat in the Slytherin common room, Y/N looked at Mattheo, her eyes filled with gratitude and something deeper. “I don’t know how to thank you,” she said softly. “For everything.”

“You don’t have to thank me,” he replied, his eyes warm. “I’m just glad you’re getting better.”

“I couldn’t have done it without you,” she said, her voice trembling. “You’ve been my strength.”

He shook his head. “No, Y/N. You’re the strong one. You’re fighting this battle, and you’re winning.”

She smiled, a genuine smile that reached her eyes. “We’re strong together.”

He reached out, taking her hand in his. “And we’ll get through this. One step at a time.”

As they sat there, hand in hand, Y/N felt a sense of hope she hadn’t felt in a long time. The road to recovery was long and difficult, but with Mattheo by her side, she believed they could face anything together..

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Fifth Year: Yule Ball Shadows

The Yule Ball was a spectacle of light and music, a temporary reprieve from the pressures of school. The Great Hall had been transformed into a winter wonderland, with twinkling fairy lights and shimmering icicles hanging from the enchanted ceiling. Y/N, dressed in an elegant emerald-green gown that matched her Slytherin house colors, felt a rare excitement bubbling inside her as she entered the hall with her friends.

For a while, the night was perfect. She laughed, danced, and felt like a normal teenager, not the girl struggling with the weight of expectations and the shadows of her own mind. Mattheo, ever the watchful friend, had been by her side most of the evening, his presence a comforting constant.

But as the night wore on, things began to change. Y/N had separated from Mattheo to get some fresh air, needing a break from the noise and the crowd. She wandered into a quieter corridor, the sounds of the ball fading behind her.

Y/N leaned against a wall, taking deep breaths to calm herself. The silence was a relief, but it didn't last long. A group of older students, clearly having had too much to drink, stumbled upon her. Their eyes were filled with a predatory gleam that made her skin crawl.

"Hey, look who we have here," one of them slurred, a twisted grin on his face. "A pretty little Slytherin all alone."

Y/N tried to sidestep them, but another blocked her path. "What’s the rush? Stay and chat with us."

She could feel panic rising in her chest. "I need to get back," she said, trying to keep her voice steady.

One of them grabbed her arm, holding her in place. "Oh, come on. Don't be like that."

Her heart raced as she struggled to free herself. "Let go of me!"

But they didn't listen. Instead, they laughed, the sound cruel and mocking. Tears of frustration and fear welled up in her eyes as she realized she was trapped.

Meanwhile, Mattheo had noticed Y/N’s absence and felt a knot of worry tighten in his stomach. He excused himself from his conversation with Draco and Pansy and went in search of her. When he heard voices echoing down a distant corridor, he quickened his pace.

The sight that greeted him made his blood boil. Y/N was pressed against the wall, her eyes wide with fear, and those bastards were laughing at her distress. Without a second thought, Mattheo stormed over, his anger palpable.

"Get your hands off her," he growled, his voice low and dangerous.

The group turned, sneering at the interruption. "And who do you think you are?" one of them taunted.

"Someone who's going to make you regret touching her," Mattheo snapped, his fists clenched.

One of the boys stepped forward, trying to intimidate Mattheo. "Big words. Let's see if you can back them up."

Before the boy could react, Mattheo's fist connected with his jaw, sending him sprawling to the floor. The others hesitated for a moment, then lunged at Mattheo. It was a chaotic, brutal fight. Mattheo was outnumbered, but his rage fueled him, giving him strength and speed. He fought with a ferocity that stunned his opponents, landing blow after blow.

Y/N watched in shock and horror as Mattheo defended her. She wanted to help, but fear rooted her to the spot. The fight was over quickly. The boys, now bloodied and bruised, staggered away, muttering threats and curses.

Breathing heavily, Mattheo turned to Y/N. His knuckles were split and bleeding, but his concern was solely on her. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice softer now.

She nodded, tears streaming down her face. "I-I think so. Mattheo, I’m so sorry."

He stepped closer, wiping her tears gently. "You have nothing to be sorry for. This isn’t your fault."

"But you got hurt because of me," she whispered, her voice breaking.

He shook his head. "I’d do it again in a heartbeat. I won’t let anyone hurt you, Y/N. Not ever."

She threw her arms around him, sobbing into his chest. He held her tightly, his own heart breaking at her pain. "It’s okay," he murmured. "You’re safe now. I’ve got you."

They stayed like that for a while, wrapped in each other’s arms. Eventually, Mattheo pulled back slightly, looking into her eyes. "Let’s get out of here. We’ll go somewhere safe."

She nodded, trusting him completely. As they walked back to the Great Hall, Mattheo kept a protective arm around her, his presence a shield against the world.

---

Later that night, after Y/N had fallen asleep in the safety of her dormitory, Mattheo sat by her side, watching over her. The events of the evening replayed in his mind, and a fierce determination settled in his heart. He would protect her, no matter the cost. She was more than a friend to him, and he would fight for her, always.

A/N: here’s the rest bitches, the end isn’t quite what I was planning on, but yeah

TW: SH, inclined depression

Part 3 and final of Love

6th Year: Bonds Strengthened

As the sixth year at Hogwarts began, Y/N noticed subtle shifts in Mattheo's demeanor. There were moments when his usually composed façade cracked, revealing glimpses of inner turmoil that tugged at her heart. It was during one of those crisp autumn evenings, as golden leaves carpeted the grounds, that Y/N found Mattheo staring pensively into the Black Lake.

She approached him cautiously, mindful of his tendency to withdraw into himself when troubled. "Mattheo?" she called softly, her voice cutting through the quiet of the evening.

Mattheo turned to her, a faint smile flickering across his face before it vanished into a mask of uncertainty. "Hey," he greeted, his voice tinged with a hint of weariness.

Y/N sat down beside him, feeling the chill of the evening seep through her robes. "Are you alright?" she asked gently, her eyes searching his face for answers.

Mattheo hesitated, his gaze dropping to the rippling surface of the lake. "I... I don't know," he admitted finally, his voice barely audible above the gentle lapping of the water.

Concern etched across her features, Y/N reached out tentatively and placed a hand on his arm. "You can talk to me, Mattheo," she encouraged, her voice a soothing whisper.

For a long moment, Mattheo remained silent, as if grappling with his thoughts. "Sometimes, it's like... like I'm drowning," he confessed quietly, his eyes dark with unspoken emotions. "I try to keep it all together, but some days... it's just too much. There are things that I can’t tell anyone, Y/N, anyone…”

Y/N's heart clenched at his words. She had sensed Mattheo's inner struggle for a while now, his battles hidden beneath layers of composure. "You don't have to face this alone," she assured him softly, her voice filled with empathy. "Whatever it is, I'm here for you."

Mattheo looked at her then, his eyes searching hers for something she couldn't quite name. "Thank you, but no one can help me" he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

Y/N smiled gently, squeezing his arm in reassurance. "I could never give up on you, Mattheo," she said earnestly. "I am by your side."

In the weeks that followed, Y/N found herself drawn deeper into Mattheo's world. They spent hours by the Black Lake, talking late into the night about their hopes, fears, and dreams. Mattheo gradually began opening up to her, sharing fragments of his past that he had kept hidden for so long.

One evening in the library, Y/N stumbled upon Mattheo poring over an old volume on Dark Arts. His brow was furrowed in concentration, his fingers tracing ancient runes on the yellowed pages. She approached him quietly, taking a seat beside him without a word.

"What are you reading?" she asked softly, breaking the silence that hung between them.

Mattheo glanced up, startled by her presence before his expression softened. "Just... trying to understand," he admitted, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

Y/N nodded understandingly. She knew Mattheo's fascination with the Dark Arts stemmed from a desire to comprehend the darker aspects of magic, perhaps as a way to confront his own demons.

"Sometimes, understanding doesn't come from books," she offered gently, her gaze meeting his. "Sometimes, it comes from within."

Mattheo regarded her for a long moment, as if weighing her words. "You make it sound so simple," he remarked, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

"It's not simple," Y/N acknowledged, her voice tinged with empathy. "But you don't have to navigate this alone. We're in this together, remember?"

A flicker of gratitude crossed Mattheo's features before he nodded slowly. "Together," he echoed softly, the word carrying a weight that resonated deep within Y/N's heart.

One stormy evening in early November, Y/N found herself pacing the Slytherin common room, her thoughts consumed with Mattheo. She knew he had been distant lately, retreating into solitude more frequently than usual. It worried her, the way he withdrew into himself whenever the weight of his past threatened to overwhelm him.

Unable to sit still any longer, Y/N made her way to Mattheo's dormitory. She found him sitting by the window, gazing out at the rain-soaked grounds with a haunted expression. Without a word, she took a seat beside him, drawing her knees to her chest as she watched the rain cascade down the glass panes.

"Mattheo," she began softly, breaking the silence that enveloped them. "Talk to me."

Mattheo sighed heavily, his gaze never leaving the storm raging outside.

“Mattheo, I know something is wrong, please, tell me, I am worried about you, and it’s breaking my heart to see you like this and not being able to help.”, Y/N says quietly.

He stays quiet for a moment, taking in the moonlight and the sound of the rain meeting the ground.

He looks at her for a brief moment, trying not to avoid her gaze.

Y/N can already see the pain and the trouble in his eyes, they look more empty than filled with life, they look hopeless, given up, and lost.

She puts her hand on his wrist to make him look at her, but she just flinches and tries to pull back his wrists.

Her face drops and she quickly rolls up his sleeve.

Y/Ns breath hitches, his wrist is covered in scars.

Mattheo stays quiet, waiting for a reaction, waiting for her face to scrunch up in disgust, knowing that she can’t see blood or wounds.

But she stays quiet, she doesn’t speak for the next few minutes, his wrist still in her hand and exposed.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”, she asks him, her voice is breaking slightly.

“That’s the thing that I wasn’t able to tell.”, he says hallow and quietly.

Y/N's heart clenched at his words, the raw honesty in his voice piercing through her own defenses.

"Why?" she asked gently, her voice filled with tenderness.

Mattheo hesitated, struggling to find the right words. "It was... a way to cope," he confessed, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I felt like I deserved the pain, that it was the only way to release what I was feeling inside. Or maybe it’s the only way to feel anything.

Y/N reached for his hand, squeezing it gently. "You don't deserve pain, Mattheo," she said firmly, her voice unwavering. "You deserve healing, happiness... love."

For a moment, Mattheo closed his eyes, allowing her touch to soothe his turmoil. He had never imagined someone could look at him with such compassion, such unconditional understanding. It scared him, yet it also filled him with a sense of warmth he hadn't felt in years.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice raw with emotion. "I'm sorry for everything."

Y/N shook her head gently. "You have nothing to apologize for," she assured him. "You're not alone anymore, Mattheo. We're in this together."

Mattheo's gaze met hers, and in that moment, he knew he had found a lifeline in Y/N. She wasn't just a friend or a confidante; she was his beacon of hope, guiding him through the stormy seas of his past.

---

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6th Year: Y/N's Unexpected Birthday Celebration

The days leading up to Y/N's 17th birthday were unremarkable, filled with the usual routines of classes, homework, and the occasional mischief in Slytherin House. Y/N had no inkling that her friends were planning something special, especially not Pansy, who had been unusually secretive.

On the evening of her birthday, Y/N found herself alone in the Slytherin common room, engrossed in revising for an upcoming Transfiguration exam. The common room was unusually quiet, most of her housemates having retreated to their dormitories or the library.

Suddenly, Pansy burst through the door with an exaggerated huff, as if she had been running.

"Y/N!" Pansy exclaimed, breathless but grinning mischievously. "Come with me!"

Y/N looked up, surprised. "Where are we going?"

Pansy wagged a finger in Y/N's direction. "No questions! Just come on!"

Intrigued and a little apprehensive, Y/N set aside her books and followed Pansy through the corridors of Hogwarts. Pansy led her through secret passageways and winding staircases until they reached the seventh floor corridor, where Pansy halted in front of a nondescript stretch of wall.

"Close your eyes," Pansy instructed, her voice barely containing her excitement.

Y/N complied, wondering what Pansy had planned. She heard Pansy muttering under her breath, and then the cold stone beneath her fingers shifted, revealing a sturdy wooden door.

"Okay, open them!" Pansy declared.

Y/N opened her eyes and stepped through the doorway into a scene that took her breath away. The Room of Requirement had been transformed into a cozy haven, bathed in soft candlelight and adorned with green and silver decorations. Plush sofas and armchairs were arranged in a circle, a long table overflowing with cakes, pastries, and an array of drinks stood in the center, and enchanted music filled the air with a soothing melody.

Surrounded by her Slytherin friends - Draco, Blaise, Theo, Pansy, and even Lorenzo - Y/N felt a rush of warmth and gratitude. They cheered in unison, "Happy birthday, Y/N!"

Y/N's eyes widened in surprise and joy. She turned to Pansy, speechless. "You did all this?"

Pansy grinned broadly. "For you, of course! Now come on, let's celebrate!"

As the evening unfolded, Y/N found herself immersed in laughter and conversations with her friends, the warmth of their camaraderie filling her with a sense of belonging. Mattheo, sitting quietly beside her, watched the festivities with a small smile playing on his lips. He had helped Pansy organize everything, though his mind seemed preoccupied with something else.

Later that night, after the cakes had been devoured and the laughter had softened into contented chatter, Y/N found herself seated next to Mattheo on a plush loveseat tucked away in a secluded corner of the room. The soft glow of candlelight cast gentle shadows across his features, highlighting the thoughtful expression on his face.

"Thank you," Y/N said softly, breaking the quiet moment between them. "For helping with the party, and for being here."

Mattheo glanced at her, his eyes warm with a mixture of fondness and something deeper that he couldn't quite name. "Of course," he replied quietly. "I wanted to make sure you had a good birthday."

"You always do," Y/N teased gently. "Even when you pretend not to care."

Mattheo chuckled softly, his gaze dropping to his hands. "I'm not very good at pretending," he admitted, his voice tinged with self-deprecation.

Y/N reached out, gently nudging his shoulder. "You don't have to pretend with me," she said softly, her tone gentle yet firm. "I know you care, Mattheo. And I appreciate everything you do."

Their eyes met, and in that moment, unspoken words hung in the air between them - words of gratitude, understanding, and a growing connection that defied the challenges they faced individually.

As the night wore on and their friends continued to revel in the warmth of their shared celebration, Y/N and Mattheo remained in their quiet corner, content to simply be together. In the flickering candlelight and the soft strains of music, they found solace in each other's presence, their bond strengthened by the shared moments that bound them together.

After a few hours, they all go back to Y/Ns dorm and decide to play the game of truth or dare.

It starts off basic with Theodore asking Draco, what professor he would fire if he could, or Pansy having to ask a random student to use their toilet.

But later on the questions and dares get more interesting and unserious.

It may be because of the alcohol in their blood, or maybe because it’s two in the morning.

Questions like; ‘Blaise, what professor would you take back to your dorm for the night?’, or; ‘Lorenzo, I dare you to kiss Pansy’, which made Theodore chlench his jaw, while Pansy enjoyed seeing him jealous.

After a while, everyone was either to drunk, to tired, or both to talk.

Pansy was the only one awake and admired the beauty of Theodore before she noticed

Y/N sleeping on Mattheo’s chest.

She giggled quietly and pulled out her mugge camera, that she got from London and took a picture.

(Picture at the end)

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7th year: The necklace

Y/N is sitting quietly at the black lake, enjoying the silence and the comfort of the night.

Every time she wasn’t feeling well, one could find her here or at Mattheos, when she wasn’t to find at Mattheo’s, you know something is troubling her.

Y/N is sitting on the ground, her back pressed up against a tree, the tree where her and Mattheos names were carved in.

They promised each other to stay friends for ever that day.

She smiles slightly at the memory of it.

And then she starts crying.

Her eyes fill with tears and she can’t seem to stop sobbing. Her throat hurts and makes her feel like suffocating.

“Fuck me”, she says angrily and tries to stop her sobs.

“My pleasure”, says a familiar voice behind her.

“Shut up”, she giggles and sobs at the same time and turns around to face Mattheo.

His smirk drops as he sees her face and hears her sobs.

“What happened? Did someone do something?”, he asks her and quickly kneels down next to her.

“No”, Y/N cries softly, with a little smile on her lips.

“Then why are you crying?”, Mattheo sits down next to her and grabs her chin to make her look at him.

“It’s just..- that I am very, very angry”, she cries as her smile fades again.

Mattheo eyes soften and quickly hugs her.

“What happened?”, he asks her softly while stroking her hair.

“I-.. I am sorry, please don’t be mad..”, she says quietly in his arms.

Mattheo starts to get concerned and his mind starts to wander to the worst case scenarios.

“Did someone touch you Y/N?”, he asks her now completely serious.

“God, no.. it’s not like that..”, she says now more relaxed.

“I promise I won’t be mad, but please just tell me you are scaring me.”

Y/N crawls out of Mattheos embrace and faces him.

“I lost the necklace you bought me”, she says to him. Her face seems devastated and ashamed.

“God Y/N, i thought something happened. Don’t fucking scare me like that.”, he exhales.

“I’m sorry”, she says now with a little smile etched across her face.

“Which one was it?”, he asks her.

“The little red heart one, I loved it so much and I don’t know how I lost it, but it just wasn’t around my neck anymore.”, she whines.

Mattheo smiles and nods.

“C’mon, let’s go back, you can stay at mine if you want to.”, he says as they start to walk back to the castle.

—-

The next day Y/N wakes up in Mattheos bed, but he isn’t lying next to her. She quickly checks the bathroom to see if he is in there but the bathroom is empty.

She quickly changes and runs out of the boy’s dormitory area and looks for Pansy.

She spots her sitting in the common room and quickly walks towards her.

Her cheeks are flushed from all the running.

“Hey Pans.”, she says as she plops in the couch next to her.

“God damn, did you guys fuck?”, Pansy asks with her eyes wide open.

“What?! No! Why?!”, Y/N asks her startled by Pansy and looks at her confused.

“Well first of all, I saw you last night going to Mattheos dorm with him, and second of all your cheeks are flushed red, you smell like him, and your hair is a mess. And I don’t think I need to point out his shirt that you are wearing.”, she giggles.

“God no, I was just sleeping over at his, I swear! He is my best friend Pansy!”, Y/N laughs.

“Yeah yeah..”, Pansy says sarcastically with a smirk on her lips.

“You don’t believe me? Look, no hickeys..”, she says and shows Pansy her neck.

“Okay okay, i was joking, I believe you.”, Pansy smiles.

“But you gotta admit that he is a little bit more than your best friend, hm?”, she giggles as she sees Y/N mouth wide open and quickly runs away from her.

“Pansy I am going to kill you”, she laughs while she quickly stands up to chase Pansy.

“BUT YOU ARE NOT DENYING IT”, Pansy yells while running away.

———

On the same night, Y/N is sitting on her bed and going through the pages of her new book, that she stole from Mattheos dorm.

Suddenly she heard a knock on her door.

Huh, it’s pretty late.

She quickly stood up and opened the door, just to see Mattheo standing at the doorway, his smile seemed to reach his ears.

“Hey”, he says and steps inside.

“Hey”, smiles Y/N and sits back on her bed.

“Where were you all day? I was looking for you.”, she says as she watches Mattheo sit on the other side of her bed.

“What, it’s Saturday, which means no classes, am I not allowed to have my free time?”, he asks her sarcastically.

Y/N rolls her eyes and smiles.

“I’ve got something for you”, he says before Y/N can even start a conversation.

“Okay? What is it?”, she ask him curiously.

“Close your eyes first”, he says and grins like a little chill that’s about to get ice cream.

Y/N giggles and closes her eyes.

“Put your hands out”

Y/N does as he says.

“Now open your eyes again”

Y/N quickly opens her eyes, just to see her lost necklace in her hands.

“NO WAY”, Y/N gasps loudly.

“You found it?!”, she smiles widely.

“Yup, let me put it on for you.”, he says and Y/N turns her back towards him, so he can put it on.

Mattheo puts on the necklace while she was holding her hair out of the way.

“That’s it”, he says and Y/N quickly jumps up to look at the mirror.

“God I love you”, she says as she quickly runs back to Mattheo and hugs him.

“Thank you so much”, she says and gives him a quick peck on the cheek.

“No problem, love”

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Seventh Year: The Breaking Point

The pressure of their final year at Hogwarts weighed heavily on Y/N and Mattheo, each day blurring into the next under the mounting stress of NEWTs and the impending uncertainty of their futures. The bond between them had grown, but with it came an intensity that neither of them fully understood.

Y/N sat by the Black Lake, her breath visible in the cold winter air. The letter from home lay crumpled in her hand, the words etched into her mind. Her parents’ expectations were crushing, their disappointment palpable even through the parchment. She felt like she was suffocating under their demands, the weight of their hopes pressing down on her chest.

Mattheo found her there, as he often did, his presence both a comfort and a source of turmoil. He could see the tension in her posture, the way her shoulders were hunched as if trying to protect herself from the world.

“Y/N,” he called softly, approaching her. She didn’t turn, but he saw the way her hand tightened around the letter. “What’s wrong?”

“Everything,” she whispered, the word barely audible. “I can’t do this anymore, Mattheo. I’m failing them.”

Mattheo sat beside her, the silence stretching between them. He understood that feeling all too well—the suffocating pressure to meet expectations, to be someone you’re not. But he also knew that Y/N was stronger than she believed.

“You’re not failing, Y/N,” he said, his voice firm. “You’re doing the best you can.”

She shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes. “It’s not enough. It’s never enough.”

He reached out, hesitating for a moment before placing his hand over hers. “You are enough,” he said quietly. “To me, you’re more than enough.”

Her breath hitched, and she finally looked at him. The raw emotion in her eyes mirrored his own, a mix of fear, frustration, and something deeper, something they were both afraid to acknowledge.

Winter descended upon Hogwarts, bringing with it a sense of isolation that mirrored Y/N’s internal turmoil. The castle, usually a place of comfort, felt like a prison, its walls closing in on her. She withdrew from her friends, from her studies, and most painfully, from Mattheo.

Mattheo noticed the change immediately. She no longer sought him out, no longer confided in him. The distance between them grew, an invisible barrier that neither knew how to break. It was killing him to see her like this, to see her slipping away.

One evening, after a particularly grueling day of classes, Mattheo found her in the Astronomy Tower. She was staring out at the night sky, her expression vacant.

“Y/N,” he said softly, his voice strained. “What’s happening to you? To us?”

She didn’t respond, didn’t even acknowledge his presence. The silence was unbearable, a chasm that seemed to widen with each passing second.

“Talk to me,” he pleaded, stepping closer. “Please.”

She turned to him, and he saw the darkness in her eyes, the despair that she had been hiding. “I can’t, Mattheo,” she said, her voice breaking. “I can’t do this anymore. It hurts too much.”

“What hurts?” he demanded, frustration and desperation mixing in his tone. “Tell me, Y/N. Let me help you.”

She shook her head, tears streaming down her face. “You can’t help me, Mattheo. No one can.”

His own emotions surged, anger and helplessness boiling over. “You think I don’t know what it’s like to hurt? To feel like you’re drowning?” He pulled up his sleeve, revealing the scars that marred his skin. “This is how I cope, Y/N. This is how I survive. But it’s killing me, just like this is killing you.”

Her eyes widened, shock and pain reflected in her gaze. “Mattheo...”

“I’m not asking for your pity,” he snapped, his voice rough. “I’m asking you to let me in. To let me help you, even if it’s just by being here.”

She looked away, the weight of his words sinking in. “I don’t know how to let you in,” she admitted, her voice barely a whisper.

“Then we’ll figure it out together,” he said, his tone softening. “But you have to let me try.”

The vulnerability in his eyes, the raw honesty, broke something inside her. She stepped forward, closing the distance between them, and wrapped her arms around him. It was a tentative embrace, but it was a start.

The days that followed were a struggle. Y/N and Mattheo navigated their way through their pain, their connection deepening even as it was tested. But the tension between them remained, an undercurrent of unresolved emotions.

One night, after a particularly brutal argument over something trivial, Mattheo stormed out of the common room. Y/N, driven by a mix of anger and fear, followed him. She found him in the courtyard, the cold night air matching the chill between them.

“Why do you always run away?” she demanded, her voice shaking. “Why can’t you just stay and fight?”

“Because fighting is all I know,” he shot back, his eyes blazing. “It’s the only thing I’m good at.”

“That’s not true,” she argued, stepping closer. “You’re good at so much more. You’re good at making me feel like I’m not alone. You’re good at making me feel...”

“Feel what?” he interrupted, his voice rising. “Like I am worth something? Like I matter?”

“Yes,” she shouted, the word echoing in the courtyard. “Because you do matter to me, Mattheo. More than anyone else.”

The intensity of her confession hung in the air, a tangible force between them. Mattheo stared at her, his expression a mix of shock and disbelief.

“Don’t you see?” she continued, her voice breaking. “You’re not just a fighter. You’re my friend. My...”

The words caught in her throat, the unspoken truth hanging between them. Mattheo’s eyes softened, the anger giving way to something deeper, something more vulnerable.

“Y/N,” he said quietly, stepping closer. “I’m scared.”

“Of what?” she asked, her voice barely audible.

“Of losing you,” he admitted, the raw honesty in his words piercing her heart. “Of never being enough for you.”

Tears welled up in her eyes as she closed the distance between them. “You’re already enough, Mattheo. You always have been.”

He reached out, his hand trembling as he cupped her face. “Then why does it feel like we’re both falling apart?”

“Because we are,” she whispered, her tears mingling with his. “But maybe we can fall apart together.”

The kiss that followed was a desperate, anguished thing, a culmination of their pain and longing. It wasn’t gentle or sweet; it was raw and intense, a release of everything they had been holding back. As their lips met, the world around them seemed to fade, leaving only the two of them, bound by their brokenness.

In that moment, they found a fragile solace in each other’s arms, a tentative hope that maybe, just maybe, they could weather the storm together. The journey ahead was uncertain, filled with challenges and pain, but for the first time, they faced it not as individuals, but as a united front.

And that made all the difference.

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hi!!!

so I saw you asking for requests???

um, maybe you could do like a Blaise Zabini head canon of plz dont judge i'm mentally ill, i know you don't have to say it spending the summer at like his manor, I guess???

you don't have to do it if you don't want to tho.

❤️

Spending the summer with Blaise at the Manor, Headconons

Ofc imma do it dw love, I don’t judge, I’m ill too😭

I hope u like ittt🎀

A/N: contains fluff, female reader, if there’s anything else lmk

-spending the summer with you at his manor has been on his bullet journal for a long time now

-so you can imagine the excitement in his eyes when you said yes to spending it together

-the drive there was long, but worth it

-you were playing monopoly (bro is a capitalist, and you were broke), listening to your shared Playlist, gossiping (you could consider him as gossip girl at this point), laying on his lap, and him telling you all the fun stuff you guys were going to do

(He has a private driver, he rich rich)

-the moment you entered, your jaw, dislocated, gone, non existent

-when I tell you, that Mrs. Zabini got taste, I mean it

-it’s this old but renovated beautiful mansion

-it’s like straight out of a fairy tale

-it’s so warm and bright, the cozy feeling just comes with it

-it smells like old wood (the good kind) and a hint of lavender

-but spending the summer at the manor also means, spending the summer with MAMA ZABINII😫

-AHHHHHH, I’m a fan girl ngl

-you guys instantly clicked and went on shopping sprees or baked together muffins while she was telling you embarrassing stories about Blaise’s childhood, which he did in fact not appreciate but she did it anyway

-of course Blaise and you had much needed alone time

-nightly walks by the beach, where the sand was cold under your feet, and the salty breezes cleaned your lungs, were a MUST.

-you’d often go watch the sun, while eating those homemade muffins

-on very hot days, you’d go to the beach and spend the day there

-Blaise didn’t mind, rather he liked seeing you in that new small bikini, that you bought with his mom, thanks for that moma

-one time, Mrs. Zabini and you were getting ready for a family dinner, and Blaise walked in on his mom doing your hair, you didn’t even notice him at first, until you saw him leaning on the doorframe and adoring you, from the reflection of the mirror in front of you

-he would also always buy you your favorite fruits and ice cream

-my man was head over heels, when he saw you in that sun dress and those hot sunglasses when you went for a dinner date

-I also see him braiding your hair, because you asked him to do it, since he is very good at it because he learned it from his mom

-and don’t get me started at the homemade lemonade he makes daily

-unfortunately the summer went by wayyy, way to quick and you guys had to leave again

-Moma Zabini hugged you two tightly and said goodbye

-and with that, another summer just passed by.

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡 𝐈𝐬 𝐌𝐲 𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

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Steve Rogers x fem!reader

Category: just fluff

Warnings: none.

Summary: (Name) has had a long mission with Steve, and then finally being allowed to sleep, she realized two things. One, the room seemed to be colder than a freezer. Two, it's only one bed.

A\N: I wrote this in the middle of the night, so I hope that it isn't to shaggy. Please write your criticisms in the coments so that i can know how i did.

(I swear to God, finding a good picture on Pinterest for this dude is hell)

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When scalding hot water touched her skin, she declared herself to officially be in heaven. The stale muscles began to slowly soften and the warm water turned dirty of how much grime had been stuck on her body. It was unusual for her to let it get this far without showering, but the mission that she and Steve Rogers had been entrusted had gone completely haywire, ending up postponing their return to the tower by four days.

That was why the shower wasn't her own. It belonged to a small, simple, pallid hotel that Steve had found outside of North Vancouver, Canada. Both her and Steve had agreed to leave for home tomorrow instead since neither of them trusted each other to have the mental strength and stability to drive a car.

(name) knew that some or later she would have to step out of the humid and hot shower, and face the maladroit situation on the other side of the white door. The maladroit situation being the doubled-sized bed that was so efficiently placed on the wall. And a doubled-size bed didn't look so doubled-sized with Captain America laying in it.

Also, the way that the warm water enveloped her raw, chill body comforted her, so naturally she wished to go to sleep in that warmth for the night.

Though it didn't seem like a good plan in case Steve would wake up the next morning to a dead, but warm body in the gray tiled shower. So she turned off the shower and gripped one of the hotel's towels on the other side. Wiping her feat first, she stepped out and began the process of drying herself, brushing her fuzzy-feeling teeth, dressing, and trudging out of the steaming bathroom.

She was unpleasantly taken back when she felt chill air start to creep inside her clothes and realized that it was as cold inside the room as it was outside the old, curtainless window. But it wasn't anything that she could change about it so she only continued to track down in the small, dark hall that the bathroom was connected to. There was a wall that broke the room up in twos, but no door, only a big opening in the wall.

As quietly as possible, she navigated into the sleeping area, where the lights were already of. She saw Steves's suit hanging lazily over a chair with his helmet sitting on the cushion, and she came to remember that her own was thrown on the floor of the bathroom. But the feeling of being too tired to care, and also her toes going numb made her turn to the bed. Only to see Steve already pleasantly asleep with his body covered in the duvets and soft snores coming from his nose.

(Name) didn't have to hold back the adoring smile with Steve already sleeping. She didn't have to obtain the veneer of the profession to hide the love that she held in the most secret place of her heart.

Carefully, she sat down in bed beginning to slip under her part of the duvet.

Her head fell against the headboard, and she let herself bask in the feeling of calm. There was no need to check under the bed for people, no need to search for cameras or hidden windows in the mirror. No anxiety troubled her, making her nauseous and unable to sleep. She was never courageous enough to disturb Steve with her troubles since she was well aware that he needed his rest as much as she did.

But she didn't feel that stress tonight.

She slowly slipped completely under the covers, and let herself get lost in thoughts. It was almost exciting to have such a pretty human being curled up at her side. And it was comforting to know he would always be there to protect her, even if it wasn't because of the romantic love. She hoped that he felt the same comfort with her.

"Goodnight Steve". She whispered, and let her fingertips glide loosely on the side of his face, before closing her own eyes, knowing that Steve was right there with her.

Not knowing about the small shy smile that was present on his face as she let herself fall asleep.

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Cold. That was all she could decipher. Cold, and maybe ice? Her toes surely felt like they'd gone to ice. Never in her life had she been feezing as much as now. She pulled the sheets closer around herself and tried to crawl up into a small ball in an attempt to keep the warmth in and cold out. But her tries were useless and she began to feel jealous of the warmth that Steve was blessed with just because he was a big, strong soldier with super strength.

The big, strong soldier that probably radiated with body heat if you would get close enough.

She felt helpless and therefore decided to test her theory about radiating body heat. Her body was genuinely one millimeter away from ending up on the floor, and her back was against Steve so she had no interpretation of how close he was. But she slowly started to squirm backward, and she didn't get far before she felt two things. One is a faint feeling of warmth. Two, her waist accidentally laying itself over a hand. She froze and held her breath, but Steve seemed to be sleeping as peacefully as he did before. Deciding to take another approach, she turned her body to the other way, making her back face the window instead of Steve. But ended up with her eyes wide open and facing his bare chest.

She dared to look up at his face, and her mouth opened lightly with a breath of air at the angel face that she saw. A dawning realization set itself in the room, a realization that this passion for the captain could become a problem in the future. But not at the moment.

Carefully, she maneuvered his hand closer to his own body so that she could get the space that she needed to wiggle just a little bit closer to the hot man. But to her horror, Steve moved. His head twitched, and then he started to move the arm that she previously pushed around. She couldn't move, so she just laid there in complete horror, with a sound stuck in her throat. And then from nowhere, the arm snaked around her waist and up over her back, sending warmth sizzling over her skin.

He took a steady grip around her, and effectively pulled her into his bare, smooth chest.

She didn't breathe, didn't move, did nothing as she lay there.

"You could've just asked sweetheart," Steve mumbled sleepily, his word coming out in a mush since his face was squeezed into his pillow. (Name) swallowed, hard.

"Just didn't want to wake you up. It was cold." She said, feeling warmth rise her neck.

An amused scoff sounded from Steve, and she felt embarrassment travel up her face.

"Wrap your arms around my waist," Steve said. She felt obliged to as told since she woke him up, and let her hands travel at the expense of Steve's waist. A deep breath left Steve's lips, and she let herself smile. Slowly, Steve unlocked his arm from her waist, and slowly started to gather her in his big arms.

He hugged her closer to him with the new grip that he had, and he felt her melt into his chest, effectively waking up the butterflies in his chest.

"Go to sleep now, you deserve it."

And with that, (name) couldn't physically keep her mind awake anymore, letting go of the need to cry because of physical from Steve.

And right after she was out, so was he.

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Should I open my requests an stuff maybe?

Thanks for reading btw;).

.·:*⋄𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕⋄*:·.

𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟:☀︎︎ 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭:☾︎ 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭:ꨄ︎

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᪥𝑆𝑡𝑒𝑣𝑒 𝑅𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑠᪥

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑾𝒂𝒎𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝑰𝒔 𝑴𝒚 𝑺𝒂𝒍𝒗𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 ☀︎︎

ఌ︎Summary: (Name) has had a long mission with Steve, and then finally being allowed to sleep, she realized two things. One, the room seemed to be colder than a freezer. Two, it's only one bed.

𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈'𝒔 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 ☀︎︎ ☾︎

ఌ︎Summary: (Name) has never had the currant to tell Steve about the injuries, afraid of bothering him. Not realizing that it can backfire.

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᪥𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑜𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑁𝑜𝑡𝑡᪥

𝑺𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝑶𝒇 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 ☀︎︎ ☾︎

ఌ︎Summary: Theodore ends you friendship over a rumor spred by Rita Skita.

𝑳𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑰𝒏𝒌 ☀︎︎

ఌ︎Summary: She tries to confess by a letter, but it didn't turn out as she though it would.

𝑪𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌 ☀︎︎ ☾︎

ఌ︎Summary: Theodore is lonelier than ever, especially after receiving the dark mark. So he tries to find peace in new things. Like Choirs.

𝑼𝒏𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒃𝒍𝒆 ☀︎︎ ꨄ︎

ఌ︎Summary: Theodore and her venture down a path they'd never stepped upon. Because of Theodore's insatiable desire and her new night dress.

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᪥𝑋𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑟 𝑇ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑝𝑒᪥

𝑷𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑰𝒏 𝑩𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒈𝒆 ☀︎︎ ☾︎

ఌ︎Summary: (Name) is in love with Xavier, but can't be sure about his feelings and therefore does nothing. Until the Poe cup, where Xavier desires to make her mind a mess.

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𝑴𝒚 𝑵𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

Beetlejuice short

Christmas dirtytalk

🎄Christmas🎄

The yearning to have someone with you during Christmas. Someone to be extra "cozy" with. To unwrap you like a present. You could even put a red bow on yourself to make you look even more like a present. Maybe they could dress up as Santa and ask if you had been a good girl this year. It made you laugh. But it had also made your cheeks a bit warm and red. You pranced over to your TV sitting down to put a movie in the dvd player. You joked with yourself.

"Oh Santa, I swear I've been a good girl this year. Don't I deserve a big candy cane?"

You giggled as as you popped open a dvd case. A piece of paper slipped out of it. Huh? What was that? Looked like an ad for a possible movie, or maybe some weird bug company? But one word was repeated specifically. Must be their catchfraze or something. You tried saying it out loud.

"Bet.. No. Beetle? Beetle goose? Huh weird word. Oh, maybe it's Beetlejuice?"

You felt chills down your spine. You put the paper back in the case before you went to the kitchen. Making a big cup of hot chocolate. As you stirred the cup you started humming. And kinda sang out the word again. Giggling to yourself as you thought of beetles being turned to juice. Yuck.

"Beetlejuice."

What a weird combination. Beetle and juice. Who came up with that? As you looked up you got scared. You swore you had seen a man in your kitchen window. It made your heart race. It was probably just your own reflection. You took a calming breath and focused on your hot chocolate again. Starting to hum a Christmas song you thought of the word Beetlejuice. Something made you want to say it again. Something intriguing about it.

"Beetlejuice."

All the lights went out and it instantly felt a bit colder. Did the power go out? But that didn't make any sense. You froze as you heard heavy footsteps coming closer. The smell of smoke creeping into you nose. You heard a rough voice slowly drawing out a sentence.

"Ho ho ho..Santa's back in town baby."

You could hear the smirk in his voice. Something about it was weirdly attractive. Thinking this wasn't real you tried to pinch yourself. Nothing. This was real. He snapped his fingers and a dim light turned on. You slowly turned around. Scared, yet curios. He just stood there. Hands in his pockets and cigarette in his mouth. Looming over you with his dark expression. A suggestive smirk. His eyes looking you up and down. You shakily asked him a question.

"Who a-are you?"

He raised a brow and huffed out a laugh. He pointed at you with the cigarette between his fingers.

"Ya just called daddy christmas and I'll be sure to give ya a big present."

He squeezed his groin and grinned. You felt your cheeks flushing red at his mannerisms. He sauntered closer and put a finger under your chin to look up at him. His voice melting your thoughts.

"A good girl like yerself wouldn't mind sitting on Santa's lap and tell what ya want for Christmas huh?"

You quivered at his question. A weird arousal formed. Did he know what you had half joked about earlier? You nervously gulped and soflty nodded. An honest answer. He snapped his fingers and his outfit had changed. He actually wore a santa suit now.

"I'll slip into yer chimney and deliver some presents dollface."

You whimperd as you understood what he meant. It was the first time you'd heard christmas dirtytalk in person. You didn't know how to respond. He chuckled and continued his smooth talking.

"I'll make yer christmas merry and bright sugar. Let me unwrap ya and I promise this won't be a silent night."

Beetlejuice fanfic

Tw: Sex, religious imagery, dirty talk, coarse language.

Like a prayer

On a chilly evening as the sun sets in the horizon, a priest walks through the graveyard. He takes his time admiring all the graves, flowers and candles people have lit up for their late loved ones.

As he makes his way into the graveyard he noticed a gravestone he hadn't seen before. Approaching the gravestone he studies it closer. It's a tall, worn and grey, almost blue looking. Three skeleton looking figures at the top points down to the name written. It says "here lies Betelgeuse" in big red letters with an arrow pointing further down. With a low voice the priest talks to himself.

"Hmm, I've never seen this grave before"

It certainly doesn't look new to him, and he would have remembered such a special gravestone.

"Who is Bet.. Beetlejuice?"

The priest scratches his head as he tries to pronounce the name. He hasn't seen or heard the name before.

"Beetlejuice.." He whispers.

He doesn't know anyone with that name. He would have remembered such a different name. As he turned to face the church and walk back he thought maybe the young nun might have an idea.

"Beetlejuice.. Maybe Y/n knows something about this grave"

Just a the priest started walking he heard a low rumbling sound from ground. The earth started to fall in on it's own in front of the stone, forming a big hole in the ground. Smoke started pouring out and a low menacing chuckle could be heard echoing. The priest watches in shock as a man swiftly flies up and lands infront of him. He stumbles backwards and trips. He's to stunned to even mutter a word. Staring at the man looming above him.

"Cat got yer tounge faaather?" A gruff voice draws out. The man from the grave grins down at the priest.

"Thanks for letting me out, started to get a bit boring in there ya'now."

The man chuckles and pulls the priest up from the ground by his hair. The priest gulps. Getting a proper look at the man he feels a chill down his spine. He's pale with big dark circles around his eyes. A 5 O'clock shadow. Moss and mold patches growing here and there. Static hair with a dusty green colour. An old worn suit with vertical black and white stripes. Taking a step back the priest manages to stutter a question.

"Wh..who are you, what.. are you..?"

The man snorts at him with a smirk.

"Never seen a dead guy? Hah! I'm a ghost. The ghost! The ghost with the most to be precise. And the name is the one you just called out"

He poked the priest in his forehead. The priest loses the colour in his face and takes hold of the rosary he has around his wrist. He's terrified and confused.

"Your name is B..beetlejuice..?"

Beetlejuice rolls his eyes and shoves his hands in his pockets.

"Sky daddy won't help you here, but why don't you meet some friends of mine instead huh?"

Beetlejuice walks up to the priest and stands next to him. He grabs his neck and shoves him forward to the hole. The priest stumble forward gasping at the sudden shove. With a kick to the back the priest falls into the hole while Beetlejuice laughs in the background. Hearing a thump from the hole Beetlejuice grins and leans on one knee and yells into the hole.

"Greet the wroms from me wontcha father!?"

The priest can't even shout for help before he's covered in dirt, stones and grime. With his hands in his pockets and a big grin on his face Beetlejuice walks towards the church satisfied to finally be free again.

Inside the church you were preparing for the next days gathering. Tidying and setting everything up. Getting new candles for the altars and putting out sitting cushions for the people. Feeling satisfied with your work you walk up to the small staircase leading up to the main altar. You look up at the big golden cross with a carved sculpture of Jesus crucified on it. You softly kneel down on the lowest step.

"Oh, why do I feel like this. I'm a nun for christ sake."

You quickly put a hand to your mouth and look up at the cross in a small shock.

"Sorry Jesus" You whisper.

You weren't the most traditional nun, but liked to keep some of the religion and the respect because of the community in town. It was always so welcoming and warm for everyone, no matter who they were.

You even had some small tattoos and a couple piercings. Just small crosses on some fingers and thorned vines around your wrist and ankles.A couple piercings in your ears, one in your tounge and in both nipples. Even while wearing your nun attire you still wore fishnets and beautiful lingerie underneath. It made you feel so pretty.

But even for a nun who isn't so strick and doesn't believe in the traditional way, you couldn't help but feel dirty because of your thoughts. As you knelt there on the stairs you started to think again. Your thoughts running wild. You shook your head and wanted the dirty thoughts out. This wasn't the time and place for that. You couldn't keep thinking like that in church all the time.

When you heard a door open and shut you jumped a little. You didn't think that the priest would be back inside already. You stod up and turned around. You looked out towards all the benches. Looking for him. It was empty. Maybe he didn't come in? That was weird. You swore that you just heard him come in.

Just as Beetlejuice had walked in he saw a nun on the stairs in the middle of the church. He hid himself from her vision and observed her. Watching. Analysing. She's looking for the priest. He grins to himself. Watching her with a stern look. Perfect.

"Hm. Weird, maybe he forgot something?" You say to yourself. Then you get a weird feeling. Like you are being watched by someone. But.. you're alone.

You shrug and walk over to the confession both. You mark the side of the person that confesses as occupied. You sit down inside and wait for the priest to come back. You fiddle with the hem of your veil as you wait.

Hearing footsteps you breath out, gathering your thoughts a little. The door on the other side of the both opens and close. You hear the priest sit down. He clears his throat before he speaks.

"What bothers you on this fine evening sister?"

He sounded more coarse than usual. Maybe the cold breeze outside made his throat a bit sore? You sighed and looked down at your shoes.

"Oh, forgive me father for I have sinned. I keep having these awful dirty thoughts during gathering and while in church."

You wait for an answer. You really needed to get it of your chest and confine in someone you trust. You perk up when you hear him answer.

"What kind of dirty thoughts are bothering you?"

Beetlejuice smirks as he answers. Wanting to find out how he can take advantage of your confession. You sound like an angel. Look like an angel. He bets you feel and taste like heaven.

"I.. It's.. It's a bit embarrassing. I keep thinking about touching myself or to be touched by someone. I get this feeling. This need of wanting someone to want me. But it feels so wrong to have those thoughts and feelings in church. I don't know what to do anymore.."

You sink down a bit in your seat. Toes pointing towards each other. You squeeze your thighs together. Still having thoughts and can't stop them. Not sure what answer to expect. You feel so filthy sitting there. Having confessed how dirty your mind is inside. You jumped up when you heard him shuffle a bit and started to answer.

"Well, in that case.."

He paused.

Why did he stop?

It's silent.

You only hear your own breath.

Your heart rate quickens.

Then he speaks out with a slight chuckle to his voice. Sounding more coarse than before.

"Then why didn't you just say Sorry Daddy I've been a naughty girl?"

Your eyes are wide in shock. A slight blush to your cheeks. Did you hear that right? A priest couldn't possibly be saying something like that. Could he?

"Father, how can you say something like that?" You question.

You look at the wall separating the sides of the booth. Waiting you start to figet with the skirt of your attire. You feel anxious. Still, there is a weirdly good feeling about the sentence you questioned.

Click.

A quiet inhale.

The smell of smoke.

What? The priest doesn't smoke.

You are about to stand up, but stay put when the door opens.

You look up.

A strange looking man.

The cigarette between his lips makes a soft orange glow to his face. The smoke slithers up around his face. He eyes you up and down. Taking in every detail.You push yourself into the backwall trying to get further away. Wanting to hide away from his gaze.

He chuckles. He takes the cigarette with one hand and leans into the doorframe. Blowing a circle of smoke towards you. Beetlejuice has placed himself in a perfect position, traping you inside the booth. He's thinking. Considering what to do next. Putting the cigarette back between his lips he smirks. He breaths smoke out through his nostrils. Giving him a devilish and impressive look. You shake your head. You didn't want to think of him that way. As you steady your head again you feel a hand lift you chin up making you look at the man. He grins. You slap his hand away and move your head, but you can't even try to hide the way you blush. He has already noticed it.

"Want me as yer personal Jesus and give you the body of Christ?" He asks in a rough voice while grabbing his junk with his hand.

You try to look away. Feeling so embarrassed and not wanting your thoughts to take over. You clench the rosary hanging around your neck. Feeling a warmth growing. Your heart beating faster. Beetlejuice grabs your chin again and leans down. His face mere centimetres away from yours. You can smell and feel his smokey breath.

"Kneel. Like it's a prayer and I'll help you with those thoughts of yours."

He looks at you with a sly grin. As he leans up again he spits the cigarette out, but it disappeares in thin air as it lands. Gulping you kneel down infront of him. You don't have a choice. You look down at your thighs. Waiting.

Zip.

He opened his flyer.

Your eyes widen. Did he really want you to..? But you have never done anything like that,  not even to yourself. You didn't know how.

".. I.. Don't know how.." You muttered without lifting your head.

"Heh, then you'll learn how. Lift your head and open up."

Slowly turning your head up you see his cock. You get anxious about even fitting it in your mouth at all. It's a bit longer than avarage and got some decent girth to it. You hesitate to open your mouth, but comply out of fear of something worse.

"Now you get to suck on it like it's your favourite lollipop." Beetlejuice grins at the sight beneath him.

Placing your lips around the head of his cock you lightly suck on it. Feeling his cock twitch you jump a little. You hear him chuckle. As you continue you slowly take in more of his length. You start to set a pace you're comfortable with. He pushes the vail of your head and puts a hand in your hair. He groans softly. Burying his fingers in your hair as he leans his head backwards.

You start to feel a tingle between your legs. It feels.. good? Sucking his dick you feel yourself get gradually wet. Did you enjoy this? You felt so conflicted. So good, but so bad at the same time. He started to push your head faster, forcing you to pick up the pace. Your jaw becoming tired. Your eyes starting to tear up. Feeling saliva build up and drip out of your mouth. It felt so weirdly good. Your close your eyes and melt into the motion of sucking him of. Suddenly he pulls himself out with a pop. You breathe heavily. Opening your eyes again you see him jerk his cock.

"Here's some holy water for ya.. " Beetlejuice groans out as he comes on your face.

You quickly close your eyes and feel the warm trickling of cum landing all over your face.

"What a pretty mess. " He says with admiration in his voice. His voice sounded softer.

He pulls you up by your arm. You can feel him use the skirt of your attire to dry off your face. As you open your eyes you got a short glimpse of him looking so gentle. He looked so..charming. You couldn't believe that such a man could actually look handsome.

"What? Never seen a dead guy facefuck and cum on a nuns face before?" He spits out with a grin.

Your expression change. Shocked at what he just said.

Dead!?

Is he a fucking ghost?

Did you just suck off a ghost?

Feeling cold you take a step back. Not sure how to process the information you just got. But before you get as much as a word out he rips your attire open.Feeling the air on your body you try desperately to cover up. Your attire is completely torn. It's hopeless. He snorts at your try.

Slowly he looks you up and down. He takes in all the new details that had revealed themselves. You wore beautiful black lingerie. Fishnet stockings. Your rosary dangling between your breasts. The subtle shape the nipplepiercings gives out in the brah. Your tattoos. He never thought a nun could do that.

But you were different.

He liked it.

You look away, not wanting the attention. Suddenly Beetlejuice pikcs you up and puts you over his shoulder.Surprised by the act you try to wiggle and get down. You want to run. He slaps your ass to warn you. You make a sharp inhale at the sudden pain. But it didn't hurt as bad as you thought it would. You give up and just hang there with your arms crossed.You didn't understand where he was going. When you start to look around you notice how different things looks.The light from outside is dark red.  There's a ton of candles everywhere that you haven't put out. Not to mention lit any of them. You feel like the church itself has become deranged and darker somehow. Only lit up by the flickering glow of candles. Weird.

As you're put down again you recognise where you ended up. The main altar in front of the big cross. He sat you down on the altar. Shit. He's looming over you with a hungry look. Licking his lips as he puts his hand on each of your thighs. He maintains eyes contact as he moves. You quickly squeeze your tights together. A bit scared.

"Aw come on now. Spread your legs and show me the gate to heaven baby." He gives you a softer and more seductive smirk than before.

He leans in closer to your face. Your eyes betrays you as they give a quick look at his lips. You blush again at the thought of his lips. Catching the glimpse you got of his lips he puts a hand softly behind your head. He connects your lips in a surprisingly passionate kiss. You can't help but melt into it and close your eyes. He pushes his tounge into your mouth. Exploring every part of it. He tastes like earth. It feels like nothing you've felt before. You breathe heavily as you part your lips, your eyes fluttering open. He gently tries to push your thighs apart. You allow him but feel embarrassed to spread your legs this way. He slides a hand up your thigh until he reaches your panties. He gently rubs his thumb against you. He can feel how wet you actually are through your panties. Starting to pull them off you stop him. Placing your hand on his.

"I'm.." You can't finish the sentence.

Beetlejuice looks at you. He knows.

"I know you're a virgin." A soft and understanding voice. You didn't expect him to actually be a bit comforting. Or to even care. You look into his eyes and give him a soft nod.

"I'll start gentle. I promise."

He grins slightly. You felt a tingling sensation and butterflies in your belly from his words. He cups you cheek and gives you a soft kiss.After gently pulling your panties of he slides his thumb through your slick folds. He smirks at the view and feeling. Watching your reactions. You hold back a moan. Your eyes closed so you wouldn't feel so embarrassed. You feel him lean in next you your ear. His low gravely whisper making your back arch slightly.

"I'm gonna show ya why I'm known as the ghost with the most"

Never steal from Micah Bell

Fem reader

Tw: mentions of guns, violence, fire, blood, sexual tension.

Tilly came running into camp. She was full of panic. Eyes vide and out of breath. She started screaming that you had been kidnapped by a gang. They had been after all of you for some time. They managed to get their hands on you wanting to get info on where the Van der Linde gang was residing. Everyone dropped their stuff and came running to Tilly. Asking of everything she knew. Miss Grimshaw took her away to clean her up as the fellers started talking. Dutch, Hosea and Arthur was scrambling about to gather their stuff. They quickly turned around when they heard the sound of hoves racing away. They all stood frozen looking confused between each other as Micah raced away. He had never shown any interest or care to save anyone but himself. Micah rodes as fast as he could. Rage was fueling him. The reflection of the sunset was like flames in his eyes. There was no mercy to be shown. Nobody who steals from Micah Bell had a life ahead of them. His laugh erupted. He felt like he would go insane if anything happened to you. "Ain't no one stealin from me who gets to stay alive."

You were locked in a small shed. Left in the dark small room. They had roughed you up a bit trying to get you to speak. Your head hanging down as you focused on sounds outside. You had shot up as you heard an all too familiar laugh and yelling. Micah! The cold bastard actually cared enough about you to come and save you. "I'm going to burn this place to the ground! Time to meet with your maker boys!" His maniacal laughter came through as you heard glass breaking and shots fired. You could see the slight glow of fire from outside. There was screaming and gunshots all around.

Then suddenly, it fell silent. No talking. No footsteps. Only the crackling of fire growing. You feared the worst. Then, the door of the shed swung open. Your eyes widened, and relief filled you. There before you stood Micah. The glow and sparks from the fire wild behind him. The dark silhouette was disturbingly impressive. His eyes felt cold and dark. Blood was splattered across him. Luckily, it wasn't his own. You jolted up and ran towards him. You hugged yourself around his neck. He hugged back and patted you back. "You came for me, you cold bastard, you actually came." Micah let out a soft chuckle as you pulled apart. He looked at you with eyes that told more than his words. "Couldn't let them get away with stealing the only thing I care more for than my guns." You felt a tingling sensation go through you at his words. You hugged him tighter with your head under his chin. Smiling to yourself hearing those words. That evil asshole actually has some feelings beneath is vile exterior. Something he would never show to anyone else, especially not back at camp. He couldn't let them know he actually had a heart. He would never hear the end of it if they found out he was a human after all.

Micah grinned to himself feeling how close you held onto him. He held you just as thight back. Feeling relaxed knowing you where safe with him again. He slowly slid his hand down your back to place it on your butt. Softly squeezing. You felt a cribling inside. A warm feeling that was building. He placed a kiss on your head before he moved to kiss at your neck. He let out a hum of appreciation. Your breath got heavy as you closed your eyes. You could feel him grow harder against your stomach. He pulled away and placed a kiss on your forehead. A soft smirk visibleas he spoke. "C'mon, let's get you out of here, we'll finish this later doll."

He gave you a pat on your butt as he helped you up on his horse. Then suddenly you heard a stampede of hoves arriving. It was all the fellers from camp. Arriving just as you were about to leave this place. They saw you sat on top of Baylock like a trophy. All safe and content. Your cheeks stilled flushed red from Micah's actions. They looked at the burning camp behind you. Half the place was burned already, and things had begun falling down. Arthur looked angry at Micah. "What tha hell, Micah?! Was it really necessary to burn the place?" Micah led his horse towards them with a prideful saunter. His sleazy grin taking it's usual form. He leaned a bit back and put his hands out to his sides, exaggerating his words. "You're late to the show boys. Everything's dealt with, and I've saved our dear damsel in distress. But I didn't take you for a slow guy in a rescue Cowpoke, or should I say slowpoke instead?" Micah mocked Arthur as he passed by everyone. You couldn't help but find it funny. You tried your best to hide it so Arthur wouldn't get more upset than he already was.

Micah eventually hopped up behind you. Making sure you were sat close to him. You could feel his still hard member pressed up against your back. Making sure you could feel how much he craved you. As Baylock started trotting away and back home, he put a secure hand on your thigh. Stroking at your inner thigh. It made your warm tingle feel like a flame stared inside. Melting you closer to him. He needed to feel you to know you where there. That you where safe within his hand. He had a grin on his lips. With a rough but loving voice he spoke. "Let's get you home and taken care of princess."